Chapter 9
Cera had finally figured out a teaching job she could easily do if ever the need arose. A class on how to completely turn a guy off—yeah, if the University of West Miami ever decided to offer that particular course to its undergraduate students, she had that job in the bag. Her first resume piece? That time when some really rich dude paid her to be his mistress for the summer, and she totally forgot to mention she was a thirty-year-old virgin.
Which wasn’t quite as bad as being a forty-year-old virgin, but no matter how you spun it, it was definitely a turn off when it came to what was supposed to be a summer’s worth of hot s*x.
She had a blindfold on but she didn’t have to see the guy who’d gone completely still behind her to know he was horrified. And for what felt like hour
