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“You need to practice your Ice-Maiden Terror shit like mad. There's a new club opening tonight, and guess what? I have two invites.”
Marcy had a great social following online and used her clout to get invites to the hottest places around.
“And this is serious, Kensley, you can't say no. We are going to have to fortify... no, re-fortify the crap out of you.”
“You know what? I actually do want to go out tonight.” She needed to do something, and maybe now was the time to start drinking, and she didn’t mean non-alcoholic cocktails this time.
“You do?” Marcy asked, shocked that she wasn’t going to have to physically coerce Kensley into going out.
“Yes. I'll pick you up tonight?”
“No, no. We'll go straight to my apartment. I can guarantee you there's nothing in your closet that will suffice for tonight.”
After Marcy left, Kensley called her grandfather. She couldn't tell him about her deal with Hunter McLeod—her gramps would probably want to shoot the man in the balls because he didn’t think anyone was good enough for Kensley, and he had said that about Hugh too. She managed, however, to assure her grandfather that she was taking care of it, and he had nothing to worry about. Everry Place was not going to come down, not on her watch.
That done, she had tried numerous times to get some work done, failed, then just pretended to work while her mind strayed in what the fuck territory like a broken record in her head.
The workday dragged on but finally came to a much-appreciated end just at the moment when she thought she was going to explode out of her mind.
Marcy drove them to her apartment, full of chatter about what Kensley was going to wear. Kensley’s head still felt way too full to pay any attention to anything else.
She had brokered a deal with Hunter McLeod based on the fact that he couldn’t seduce her out of her virginity within thirty days, no matter how hard he tried.
She wished she had taken more time to come up with a solution that didn’t involve her body and... his. But no, she had gone ahead and signed a contract, making the whole damn thing legal now.
What had she gotten herself into?
After showering in Marcy’s shower and smothering her skin in her signature bottle of lotion that she had left at Marcy’s apartment last week, Marcy had to basically pour her into an impossibly tight red and black silk dress. The dress restricted her to intermittent breaths to essentially remain alive. The only reason she was able to walk and not hop about like a strange bunny rabbit was thanks to the two deep slits on the sides of the dress, which exposed more thigh than she cared to reveal.
As for underwear. There was none to speak of, so there was that.
After Marcy got herself ready, looking beautiful and super-hot in a purple miniskirt and bustier, they headed for the new club.
“Here, look at these,” Marcy said from the driver's seat before they took off.
Kensley did a double take at the tablet Marcy tossed onto her lap. The screen of her nine-inch device was filled with other nine-inch... things.
“We can't have you falling apart at first sight of The Hunter’scock since he now plans to show it to you.” Marcy’s seriousness was legendary. Yes, her best friend, looking out for her naturally, had handed Kensley an endless scroll of fully erect dicks of all varieties.
For the life of her, she couldn't fault her friend’s judgment, so she shrugged and scrolled.
“You’re a good friend, Marcy.”
“I do try my best,” Marcy said, bobbing her head, still serious as crap.
After a few minutes, everything, and she meant everything, started to look like a giant dick.
It wasn't as if she hadn't seen a real, live penis before. She had seen Hugh’s on one or two occasions, though they were accidental occurrences because he had told her he was willing to wait until they got married, of course, that just meant he was showing his goods elsewhere.
Once they arrived at the club, already streaming with gyrating bodies, Marcy didn't waste any time getting them drinks. Kensley downed her introductory shooter to hopefully place her in the right partying mode. She grimaced through the taste and burn and decided she might need ten more, and so forth and so forth, to get there. She was going to become a raging alcoholic at the age of twenty-four, and it was all Hunter McLeod’s fault.
Surges of full-scale anxiety began to hit her hard. What was she thinking she could handle someone like him and win?
Marcy saw her falter at once and immediately took charge.
“You got this, Kens. You’re a maiden with ice in your veins, no man, not even Hunter McLeod, can seduce you. Repeat after me.”
“No man, not even Hunter McLeod, can seduce me.”
