Page 73 of From Fling to Ring

6. Squad goals: Assemble your anti-fuckboy task force

7. Be a better boss lady: Your transformation toolkit

Okay. She’s serious about this, not that I’m surprised. She’s not the type to half-ass anything. I flip the page in her notebook and find what looks to be an outline:

Introduction

Purpose of this book

The allure of the playboy

Personal stories

Chapter 1: Understanding the playboy

Traits and tactics

The psychology behind the charm

I’m about to continue reading but a yellow sticky note falls out and flutters to the ground.

“Almost ready,” Lucy calls from her bedroom.

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

I grab the note from the floor and as I’m tucking it back into the notebook, I see my name on it.

Huh.

Says he doesn’t want to date other women – lie?

Probably a cheater – ask Petal to ask Rake

Penthouse apt with views – bought to impress the ladies?

Is his little sister chick bait? Or his wing woman?

Lays on the compliments – too good to be true?

Holy shit.

She made notes… about me?

As if that isn’t weird enough, the real kicker is that this is what she thinks of me. I mean, sure, at first, she dropped some hints about the ‘kind of guy she assumed I was.’ But I was pretty sure I debunked those myths a while back. I thought I’d set her straight. After all the time we’ve spent together, she still thinks I’m a shallow asshole?

Guess so.

A sweat breaks out on my temples and in seconds I am hot all over. Actually, steaming, the way my adrenaline kicks in when I start a game.

Only this is not a game. It’s real life.

All I can think is to get the hell out of here.

I tuck the sticky back in the notebook, closing it and setting it on top of the French textbook.

I just don’t get it. Lucy is a smart woman, and she thinks these things of me?

Worse, could they be partially true?

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