Wrong, Wright

I was trying to be a good friend. My bestie was dumped unceremoniously, and when I spotted his car, I felt the need to write him a quick note on the hood. You know, just a word or two about what I thought of his actions. No big deal. Only, it wasn't her ex's car. And it was a big deal. A really big deal. Because the car I'd inadvertently vandalized was none other than Tanner Wright's. Tanner Wright, the media mogul. Tanner Wright, the internet voted "hottest man on earth." Tanner Wright, the biggest talk radio host the country has ever known. Tanner Wright . . . my new boss.

When the tiny red-headed maid of honor blushes every time we make eye contact, I have to wonder—after making sure she's not looking at the guy behind me—does the big guy, the funny friend, the guy with a great personality actually have a chance? Do I even have the courage to take that chance? When our hotel room keys get swapped and she lets herself into my room, fate might just make that decision for me.

Staying in is my favorite thing to do. So, if you relate, you'll understand my reticence about leaving the quiet comfort of my home for a night out at a noisy drag club. But it's for a good cause. My big brother is in town, and this is a chance to get to know his new girlfriend. I can't really say no without looking snotty like the rest of the Wright family comes across. My aim in life is to be everything my father is not. Lucky for me, there's another reason to attend tonight too. A tall, dark, and handsome piece of man candy going by the name of Banks Johnson.