Chapter 32

• I walk back to the mirror in the bathroom and reapply my lipstick. “Get to know each other, and then make an informed decision based on his personality and not how much he turns you on.” I smirk at the ridiculous girl talking to her reflection. If his dick wasn’t so perfect, I wouldn’t be thinking about it at all, then . . . would I?
• My phone buzzes. “Hello,” I answer as my heart races.
• “I’m downstairs,” his deep, velvety voice purrs. “What number are you?”