My fu.cking god, she's so damn pretty. Her child-like wonder. Those sparkling cartoon eyes. That smile with those dimples. The easiness she gives off. Her pretty curls. Those damn plump lips. The curves she's hiding under that blanket, under my shirt.
If I wasn't so suspicious of her, if I wasn't so thrown off by these weird feelings, I'd definitely be buried deep inside her right now. Sorsha had already made it pretty obvious that she's attracted to me. It would probably be easy to get between her legs.
But I really shouldn't.
"So, what is it you do?" She asked, thankfully breaking the spell I was putting myself under.
"For work or for the club?"
"Both," she replied. "I bet being vice president comes with a lot of work."
"Uh, yeah it does," I said before clearing my throat. "I do a
