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PAIGE: I swear as soon as I’m done getting my vagina waxed, I’m calling your ass and I want all the details.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

FORD: Did you watch the game?

JULIET: No, I’m at the restaurant filling out paperwork with Sophia.

FORD: No more topless cleaning?

JULIET: No dad, I won’t be showing my tits to anyone anymore.

FORD: Did you just use the word tits? I feel like I need to screenshot this and put it on the fridge to prove you do indeed have a filthy mouth.

JULIET: You know damn well I said fuck last night.

FORD: Does you bringing it up mean we can talk about it?

JULIET: Nope.

FORD: Okay I’ll just keep replaying it in my head instead.

JULIET: Did you guys win?

FORD: In an epic fashion.

JULIET: Congrats.

FORD: I have a theory as to why, but I think I’ll have to wait to prove it.

JULIET: Do I even want to know?

FORD: You will.

JULIET: What’s that supposed to mean?

FORD: It means make sure you’re free Saturday afternoon for date number two.

JULIET: When will you be home?

FORD: Later. A few of the guys want to go out and celebrate, so I’m going to join them.

JULIET: I’ll see you later then.

FORD: Count on it.

CHAPTER THIRTY

JULIET

“What do you think, Lodhi?” I hold up a soft yellow tank top and a lacey green sundress.

My cat glances up from grooming himself with a look that is the cat equivalent of:I don’t give a shit, lady. I don’t know why you’re trying to impress him.

It makes my decision for me.

Definitely the tank top. The dress is too much.

Because my cat is right. Why am I trying so hard? This is just Ford. It’s not real. Even if that orgasm he talked me through was very real and woke up a side of me I didn’t know I had. A side that very much wants a repeat. But we’re just pretending. I don’t owe him anything. Even if that same part of me has had my hand drifting south in the shower the last three days and wondering what he’d look like without those gray sweatpants.

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