I get home, lock the door, and immediately fling myself face-first onto my bed.
“What am I doing?”
My pillow does not reply.
I peel myself up and stare at my wardrobe like it personally offended me.
Tonight. At his penthouse. The man is literal wealth and temptation in a suit, I can’t show up looking like I’m applying for an internship.
I open the closet.
Stare.
Panic.
Then grab my phone.
There is only one force in the universe powerful enough to handle this:
The Sexy Nine.
Ruby’s Look for Her On-Way Ticket to Poundtown
SEXY NINE GROUP CHAT
Ava renamed the group chat, again.
Ruby:
HELP
I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR
I’M FERAL
MY BRAIN IS MUSH
PLEASE SEND OUTFIT IDEAS
Ava:
WAIT
TONIGHT IS HAPPENING?
LIKE
HAPPENING-HAPPENING?
Ruby:
YES
NO
I DON’T KNOW
BUT I’M GOING
