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gets up and walks toward me, still holding me with his gaze. He walks leisurely. Calmly. He’s completely sure of himself. And

It’s strange to know that you’re being manipulated, and at the same time enjoy the results of that manipulation.

Once I get into Leah’s car, I begin my transformation.

He will never come for me again.

he goes for tall blond girls, not short brunettes.

if there’s anybody I’d want to have my first time with, it’s definitely Jake.

I wore a push-up bra to maximize my somewhat-undersized assets.

I put down the glass and look up.

Straight into a pair of piercing blue eyes.

He’s sitting on the other side of the bar, about ten feet away. And he’s staring at me.

I stare back. I can’t help it. He’s probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

His hair is dark and curls slightly. His face is hard and masculine, each feature perfectly symmetrical.

“How old are you, Nora?” he asks next.

I blink. “Twenty-one.”

His expression darkens. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Almost eighteen,” I admit reluctantly.

There is no hesitation in his actions. No asking for permission, no pausing to see if I would let him touch me.

He just touches me. Like he has the right to do so. Like I belong to him.