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The rules of the contest were simple.

Design a new logo for Morgan Financial Holdings, wow the judges with my mad skills, and bam. I get the job.
Easy, right?

Nope.

I didn’t account for the annoyingly gorgeous Easton Roman, strolling late into orientation like he’s God’s gift to women.
Puh-lease.
Acting as if already crowned champion, the jerk had the nerve to flirt with me!
(insert multiple expletives)

He may have everyone fooled, but I see him for exactly what he is.

Temptation.

Easton can do whatever he wants to steer me from my eventual victory, but two can play at that game. If I have to flirt back, I will. If he wants to kiss me, bring it on.

At some point in the game, it became real; our connection grew.

I thought when the judges selected the winner, it would end us. But what really shattered our relationship was something neither of us saw coming.