The Dork Next Door — Andrea Smith

I'm pushing thirty.  My career sucks. And for some reason, my landlady has made it her life's mission to make sure I walk down the aisle. But this time - she's gone too far!  She rented the other side of my duplex to a guy she claims is hot eye candy, and get this: he has his own business! Yep! He is: 'The Bug Guy - Licensed to Kill.' He and I did not get off on the right foot for a slew of reasons. But then - my 30th birthday bash happened and in a rare departure from my normal behavior, I totally lost all social inhibitions (with the help of tequila) and awoke to . . . total confusion!  Did I mention I was totally naked and The Bug Guy's tee shirt was under my bed? Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder - well, I was proven oh-so-wrong!