Royal Disaster by Parker Swift

Dylan really doesn't mind giving his opinion to Lydia about her dress choices, “that’s because it’s red and fits you like a goddarn condom. And every time you wear it, every bloke who passes within a mile sees you, sees how fit you are, and can’t help imagining what it would be like to eff you.” He was whispering in a controlled, determined way, his face above mine, looking down. “And every woman who passes wants to be you. You should be grateful I allow you to wear it at all,” he said, glancing down at the red dress still pressed into my hand." I loved this book, Dylan sometimes had his head too far up his butt, but luckily Lydia helped sort those situations out.