Chapter Four Peyton“I can do that,” Josh says with a confidence I don’t share. He grabs a sheet of blank paper from the conference table, crumples it up, and tosses it over his shoulder. “There. Done. Out of sight. Out of mind.”
I give him a shaky smile.
If only it were that easy.
Over the last eighteen months of growing my business, I’ve done a hundred things that I never thought I could do.
Quit my job to pursue my dream? Did it.
Build my own website from scratch? Done.
Interview with a popular blog for a piece highlighting my accomplishments? The post was published last Wednesday.
But hold eye contact with this perfect ten of a male specimen without letting my gaze venture down to sneak a peek at that bulge? Is this really going to be my breaking point?
“Brody and I were really
