5 WOLFIEPenelope didn’t know what she was asking for.
That’s the only way I can rationalize what happened Saturday night, when she sat beside me on the hotel bed, licked her kissable lips, and told me she wanted me.
Like it was that simple.
Obviously, I shut that s**t down as fast as I could. Without hearing any of the details of her proposition, I gave her a firm no, threw back another double shot of Jameson, and proceeded to hug the edge of the bed all night. Not because it’s what I wanted, but because it was the right thing to do.
And now we’ve been back in Chicago for almost a week, and I haven’t heard a word from her. Not even a text. I’m starting to wonder if doing the right thing has consequences.
But I couldn’t imagine sharing all my quirks with someone like Penelope. She’s pr
