I only just met him today. Who does that? So much for swearing off men for a while. So much for having self control. So much for not letting Coen know he’s getting to me. Way to show him you aren’t interested, Lexi. Kiss him like you’re starving to death and grind on his cock like a stripper. I’m not this girl. I don’t move this fast. This isn’t normal. My head is spinning. Not only from that insanely hot make out session in my car, but from all the questions circulating through my head right now. This immensely hot, tall, muscular, tattooed guy shows up, not just once, but three times in one day, and sweeps me off my feet faster than I can blink. This is the kind of shit that happens in those cheesy ass romance novels. And what is with that ringtone? It has to be a woman on the other end. That would only make sense, right? It’s probably his wife, or his ex wife, or his baby mama, and I’m just his “flavor of the day”. Maybe I’m over thinking it. I mean this is a crazy, once in a lifetime thing.
