CHAPTER 9
RED
So, that was a bust.
My Toyota Camry’s not even cold yet—that’s how little time I managed to pull off Sexy One-Night-Stand Red. I toss my bag on the passenger seat and start the engine. Real talk, I’m not sure whether to be ashamed of myself or totally relieved things turned out the way they did.
On the one hand, I just got period-blocked out of my one chance to have wild and anonymous s*x with a hot-as-sin bad boy.
On the other hand, do I really have what it takes to pull off wild and anonymous s*x with a hot-as-sin bad boy?
I mean, I’m not a bad girl—not really. Underneath all this weave and makeup, I’m still Boring Bernice.
So sure, I’ll never be able to find out what might have happened on the other side of those scorching kisses. But there’d also be no embarrassme
