Chapter 117

• Why in the hell is that sight so arousing? It’s just so unexpected, sort of good girl goes wild thing going on here.
• She picks my hand up and kisses the back of it. “You’re staring,” she smiles. I shake my head and smile into my glass. This woman is a total mind–fuck. One minute I hate her, the next thing I want to fuck her into next week. I can’t keep up.
• Cameron walks out of the back doors. “Natasha Marx smoking, that’s a little bit hot,” he states as he walks over.