Page 31 of What If I Knew You

No, that’s insane. I would be the alpha in this scenario.

What if he intends to lavish me with gifts in exchange for sex lessons?

Sex lessons?

There has to be a better name.

Sex mentor?

Titillating Tutor?

Intimacy coach?

Yeah, intimacy coach sounds classy.

He has to be rich if he suggested this place, right?

Fancy dates in exchange for some intimacy coaching.

I mean, there could be worse things.

Okay. You’ve got this Corri.

I’m sure he’s very nice.

And hopefully mildly attractive.

Oh God, what if he’s horribly unattractive?

I mean he said he thought he was attractive but that could mean anything.

He never mentioned the way he smells.

Maybe that’s why he’s still a virgin.

Maybe he’s a super attractive guy with horrible body odor.

What if the smell makes me gag and I vomit right in front of him?

What if his scent is all I can think about all night?

Oh! Or worse! What if he’s old?

What if he’s my dad’s age?

Oh shit, what if he knows my dad?

“Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t do this.” Glancing down at my phone I tap out a quick text to Layken while I wait for my date who is now three minutes late.

Me

Layken what if this guy is old and wrinkly? Or smells really bad? And what if he knows my dad? I don’t think I should go through with?—

“Corri?”

“Huh?” Startled, I nearly drop my phone when I turn toward the male voice. I catch it against my stomach, but then I step back and almost trip over my own foot in the process. “Whoa!” Raising my arms, I reach for whatever I can so I don’t fall backwards. His arm wraps around my waist just in time to save me from imminent peril and certain embarrassment.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t meant to startle you,” he says. “You okay?”

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