Summary:

Shane’s preferences are simple: older, rougher, married men who lie to their wives and gone before morning.

Ilya Rozanov is nineteen, Russian, and already moving into his dorm.

Cue in covert hookups, stupidly questionable life choices, and a rookie who stares at Shane like he’s a particularly fascinating bug under a microscope.

Now he has to explain why he keeps getting texts from "Mr. Chicago" while trying to teach this kid how to use the campus laundry without melting his sweaters.

Campus life promised new experiences. It failed to mention the experience of being psychologically dissected over instant ramen by a stupidly handsome blond Russian who hasn't blinked in seven minutes.

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