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"Please don't commit cybercrimes on my behalf."
"I'm literally doing that right now," Logan says, gesturing to his computer. "This is felony-level hacking."
I shake my head, gathering my jacket and phone. "You're all insane."
"Go get her, tiger," Dominic calls. "And remember—confident but not cocky, intense but not scary, romantic but not creepy."
"So basically be nothing like himself," Bennett summarizes.
"Try not to mention the six months of celibacy," Logan adds without looking up. "Women find desperation unsexy."
I flip them off as I leave, but their laughter follows me all the way to the elevator. My hands are still shaking slightly as I press the button. Two hours. In two hours, I'll either fix everything or fuck it up permanently.
No pressure. Just the only woman I’ve ever wanted, and the last chance I’ll ever get to keep her.
CHAPTER 14
Serena
The trick to a successful date is low expectations, but what I need is a lobotomy. Or at minimum, duct tape for my inner critic, which is currently delivering a TED talk about everything that could go wrong. I try on five different outfits, each rejected for crimes ranging from ‘trying too hard’ to ‘giving up completely,’ then stand in my towel, tapping highlighter onto my cheeks with the resolve of someone prepping for a hostage handoff. Audrey and Layla have been blowing up the group chat, each message more urgent than the last.
Audrey:
If you don't send me a bathroom selfie before you leave, I'm calling the police.
Layla:
Are you wearing the hot AF heels or the 'I might need to run' flats?
Me:
The Louboutins. I'm not running.
Layla:
Proud of you.
Audrey:
Are you wearing underwear that requires an engineering degree to remove?
Me:
The shapewear could survive reentry from space.
Layla:
That's not sexy.
Audrey:
It is if he's into NASA.
Me:
I hate you both.
Layla:
