CHAPTER 3
The next morning, Camille’s alarm went off entirely too early. Though, technically, it went off at the same time it always did because her alarm always went off early. She frequently had to be up at four to make her 5:30 or 6:30 AM site meetings, but this morning was especially painful.
“Stupid dreams,” she muttered, dragging herself toward her bathroom and the hottest shower she could stand. “Stupid, stupid dreams.”
It was kind of true too.
As if it hadn’t been bad enough she’d had to endure the ‘What kind of life do you want to build?’ questions, the erotic ‘Where do you like to be licked?’ ‘How do you love to be f****d?’ were enough to put her libido into overdrive.
I didn’t even have a libido until that stupid app, she thought, turning her face to the shower’s white hot
