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The V on the black dress I stole from Tahlia dips all the way down to my waist, clearly giving a view of my less than ample boobs, but all in all, I’d bang me.
Tossing my lipstick, my phone, my keys and a tampon into my purse (but seriously, f**k me if my period decides to arrive tonight), I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.
Usually, I wouldn’t care that I live in a studio apartment where I literally f**k where I eat—really, it’s like two steps from the bed to the stove—but Jasper probably lives in a penthouse. I mean, the way his suit fit him perfectly tells me it’s tailor-made especially for him and he probably spends what was my entire inheritance from my grandma on his clothing over the course of a year. So I want to be armed and ready to go so I can slide out into the hallway
