Chapter 32

• RYAN
• She chats as we walk through the neighborhood. In fact, she never stops talking so I don’t have to say anything. She rattles off facts about the various restaurants and shops, telling me what’s good, or who sells what as we pass by. And I just get to look down at her small, petite body dressed up in that outfit that was clearly put together to drive men crazy.
• When she stood up from the table and I realized she was wearing a black mini skirt with red sneakers—I chuckle as I look down at her feet—I wanted to bend her over the table in front of the entire board and take her from behind.