9
“I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” Gates said.
He sauntered into her bedroom in a tuxedo. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, and he was sporting some well-groomed scruff that he claimed was necessary since he had to be clean-shaven on set.
“Just because I’m going to this party with you does not mean I’ve come to my senses,” Bryna said, rolling her eyes. She was going because Jude still hadn’t f*****g called, and being around Gates was so easy.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
She ignored him and twirled in place. “Well, how do I look?” She had picked out a floor-length white lace gown with a plunge neckline and a slit that ran up to her upper thigh on one side.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “It’s just…”
“What?”
He sent her a bemused smile. “Virginal white?”
“Well, I am
