What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas. Especially when you wake up with a naked man in your bed and a ring on your finger.
Some people just can't handle Vegas.
My friend warned me that Vegas can turn the most straight-laced girl into a party-crazed slut. I didn't believe her. I've always been the straightest of the straight.
Boy, was I wrong.
I hate being wrong. My first morning in Vegas and I wake up in a hotel room with no memory of the night before. Oh, and there's a naked stranger lying next to me who gives a new meaning to the word hung-over.
Things go from bad to worse when I find a wedding ring wrapped around my finger. Then things escalate from worse to catastrophic when I find out that the infuriating man who gave it to me is my new boss.
When I find out he wants to stay married—all bets are off.
My friend warned me that some people can't handle Vegas.
I should have listened. Because I am definitely one of those people.
Contains mature themes.
