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This was going into territory she wasn’t familiar with.
Looking at her phone, she wondered if she should call Sofie.
No. Hell no.
If she did that, she’d have to explain yesterday and today. Her friend would never allow her to get off the phone. When they finally had this discussion, lots of wine would be needed.
Stripping out of her clothes, she went into her bathroom. She wasn’t proud of herself, but she took a hoe bath.
“A girl always has to be prepared.”
Walking back into her bedroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, she opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a set of sexy panties and bra she had purchased for a special occasion.
This purchase was made months ago in the hopes that one day, she’d have a dick appointment.
It looked like it might be the day.
Sliding the cool silk on her body, she tried to will her nerves to stay calm. If kissing between them was that electric, what was it going to be like once they took their relationship further?
She didn’t want to seem too excited about their dinner and movie, so she put on leggings and a cute shirt before walking her to her dresser where she kept her glasses lined up. Tonight, she was feeling feisty, and picked out a red pair.
They matched her red shirt nicely.
Grinning, she slid on a pair of sandals and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
“Subtle sexiness.”
She looked perfect.
After running a brush through her hair, she was ready. Turning to leave, she paused at her bed. Grabbing the bag with the perfume London had purchased for her, she sprayed herself a few times.
He apparently liked the scent.
Grabbing her keys and cell phone, she got to the door and heard voices out in the hallway.
She peered through the peephole. A woman—tall, with long brown hair, who looked as if she had just stepped off a runway—entered London’s apartment and closed the door.
Alana shut her eyes for a moment, hating the feeling spreading through her body. Leaning her head against the door, she tried to take a deep breath.
She couldn’t believe she had blocked that piece of information out about him.
He was a player.
There was no way in hell she could compete with those women. She’d never be as tall, slender, or as beautiful as them.
She pushed off the door, angry at herself for letting him get to her, and mad for comparing herself to those floozies.
She could never compete with miniskirts and long legs.
She thought they had a connection.
Maybe she was just another woman to him. Men like London took what they wanted, and this weekend, he apparently wanted a little chubby, nerdy girl.
“Why are you here, Bianca?” London asked, pissed at her unexpected arrival.
“I figured we could have some fun tonight,” Bianca breathed. They had a brief—very brief—history together. She worked in banking, and they had met at a charity function. She was a beautiful woman he had wined and dined, then fucked.
But now, he was beyond irritated to have her in his apartment.
