Chapter 2
Okay, so it turns out chasing off after Colin was a terrible idea. Granted, if all I wanted was s*x from the suntanned, self-absorbed little slut, I’d come to the right place—he came tapping at my door twice in the night. Whimpering like a puppy, and no doubt shaking that irresistible fat, fuzzy tail of his. But he didn’t barge in, and so I could pretend I flung the covers to the floor on account of the heat.
Anyone who’s ever seen The Golden Girls knows “slut” can be used as a term of endearment, and to be frank, his sluttiness was a big part of Colin’s appeal. Aside from his peach-perfect ass and an impressive head of wavy hair the color of honeyed sunshine, there wasn’t a whole lot to Colin in the looks department. His teeth were too big for his mouth, the artificial canine
