Page 46 of Billionaire’s Game

“Hey, don’t bite my head off. I’m not saying you have to dress like me, but there’s nothing wrong with accepting your sexual side and even flaunting it a little.”

I blushed. If only she knew I had spent quite a bit of my evening accepting my sexual side and flaunting it all over Magnus. But maybe she was right.

“What exactly are you suggesting? Make out with random dudes and wear mini-skirts?”

“What? No. That’s totally my role in this friendship. I’m the slutty friend,” she joked.

Her comment made me laugh. “So what am I?”

“The smart and pretty friend who desperately needs a makeover or at least a good haircut and clothes from this decade.”

She had a point there. I was wearing a pair of shorts I used to wear in high school and the t-shirt was from some event I went to in college. And the sad part was that I’d changed into the clothes I currently had on to look “nice.” It was clear: I had no fashion sense.

“I always cut my hair at home,” was all I could think to say. “I think it comes out pretty good.”

She gasped and mockingly widened her eyes. “This has got to stop.”

I laughed again. Violet was hilarious. “Well, you win. New haircut and new clothes sound like a good idea.”

“Hallelujah. Follow me.”