When he stormed into my office and said I owed him a date, I thought he was crazy. Okay, crazy and hot. But I couldn't help it that my advice column blocked his, uh, rooster.Good girls like me aren't supposed to fall for dirty-talking men with smoldering eyes and hidden tattoos-especially since now that we're working together.If you can call going on blind double dates and researching adult toy stores work...Why did I want to be a good girl, again?MISS...