Because babe…
You had ONE NIGHT with a billionaire.
And now he’s scheduling meetings with you like he wants a sequel.
Sienna:
This is better than Netflix.
Trey:
Go get cappuccino dick-smitten.
We believe in you.
Ruby:
BYE.
CHAPTER 7
Ruby
I’m not going.
I repeat this to myself like a mantra as I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
I’m not going. I’m not going. I’m… okay, wow, that top is actually really cute.
I glare at the traitorous reflection because apparently my body didn’t get the memo. My cheeks are flushed, and my hair looks shinier than usual. And my lips? They’re red, glossy, and treacherous.
I lean closer to the mirror.Don’t you dare look like you’re excited.
My reflection arches an eyebrow at me like I’m the problem. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to breathe.
Ruby, this is not a date. This is not anything. This is a follow-up interview. It’s very professional, with zero sexual tension. Zero risk. Zero… anything.
My phone buzzes.
Ava:
SEXY SELFIE NOW OR I’M BREAKING IN
I hate my friends.
I grab my phone and type back:
Me:
It’s not a date.
It’s a meeting.
Ava:
Meetings don’t require lip gloss, babe.
Me:
