Page 19 of Scandalous Contract
“He is hot with a capital H. I’m trying to be professional, but I’ve got a feeling he’s going to trigger my inner slut.”
I snorted, pulling my makeup bag closer. “What happened to not playing where you bank?”
“I amtrying,okay? Really trying. But every time he smiles, I forget my morals. I swear that man’s mouth was handcrafted by the devil.”
Julian’s lips appeared in my mind.I want you. I closed my eyes and told myself to get it together. This man was living rent-free in my head, and it was becoming a distraction. Like Ronnie, my inner slut was close to being triggered. I hadn’t even realized I had an inner slut.
Opening my eyes, I said, “Don’t do anything you think you’ll end up regretting.” I needed to heed my own advice.
“Please. I'm a professional.” He paused. “Mostly.”
I shook my head, laughing softly to myself. The irony wasn’t lost on me. He was over there fighting temptation, and here I was in the bathroom wondering if I should tell him that I’d spent the afternoon getting off to fantasies of a guy ten years younger than me.
But I didn’t. I knew exactly what Ronnie would say if I did. He’d find my phone, look Julian up on social media, and before I could stop him, he’d be deep in Julian’s Instagram feed, gasping over shirtless photos and plotting ways for us to casually “run into” him again.
The last thing I needed was Ronnie hyping me up to do something I knew I’d regret later. So I kept it to myself. I focused on preparing for our night out.
“Hey, Stef!”
“What’s up?” I called back.
“Since you’ve got this big house to yourself, you should find a hot guy and bring him back to this place and fuck his brains out in this king-size bed.”
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My mind instantly pictured Julian in my bed with me riding his lips until I’d quenched his thirst.Not today, Satan.I instantly banished that image from my mind.
“Not happening,” I called back. “I didn’t come here to have a one-night stand.”
“Girl, the best one-night stands are the ones you didn’t plan.”
Were they?
“I’m speaking it into existence,” Ronnie called out. “You’re getting laid tonight.”
I wasn’t getting laid tonight, but there was no point in arguing with Ronnie about it. My plan was to drink a little, shake my ass a little, flirt a little, then come back to the house.Alone. That was the plan.
It was around midnight when I realized my night was not going to go as planned.
