Chapter 51

• Well, there may be one thing I can do. Before I talk myself out of it, I reach under my shirt and undo my bra, wiggling out of it and tossing it back on my bed. A naughty giggle escapes when I see my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my shirt. I give a small jump and giggle even harder at the way it makes my tits bounce. This feels sinfully wicked, and I love it.
• Crossing my arms over my chest as nonchalantly as I can, I speed walk to the front door, yell a quick goodbye, and run to my car, giggling like mad at the way my tits bounce the whole way. The drive to Mr. Bancroft’s is a short one, just enough time for me to get super nervous and doubt my ability to see my plan through.
• I’ve been crushing hard on him ever since he moved to our small town. He’s originally from London, and his accent alone is enough to get me wet, but his sexy voice isn’t all he’s got going on. It’s paired with a muscular body and gorgeous face and the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen.