Having Jake Cocker as my roommate is the worst idea ever. He's just introduced himself wearing only a damp towel and a smirk. Muscles glistening from the shower. Hair dripping. He mistakenly thought I was a boy because of my name, so now he won't rent to me. I can't stay where I've been - secrets are there I'm not even aware of. I'm imploring him to give me a shot. What other choice do I have? Leave Atlanta, my dreams, and give up?
JAKE:
My brothers and I come from old-money. Dad is Congressman Michael Cocker. Women throw themselves at us. It's boring. We're not into it. But Drew Charles is from a rural Georgia town. She doesn't know about us -- she's not impressed. I only rented to her out of pity, because I hate to see a woman cry. Then I braced myself for a nightmare... But she just hides in her room, studying. Why has that given her the starring role in all of my fantasies? And how can I convince her to make them real?
