Liz asks, scanning my outfit as I walk out of the bathroom. I’m dressed more seductively than normal in a scoop-neck shirt and shorts that hit high on my thighs. Nude sandal wedges make my legs appear longer, and loose curls cascade down my back in an effort to make me as tempting as possible. “I haven’t seen you dressed this sexy since Wyatt took you to the spring formal¸” she adds. My gut clenches at the mention of my ex, but I smile and bat my eyelashes as though I’m not bothered at all. “Tonight’s the night.” After this evening, Mr. Westbrook will no longer tempt me with his invitations to dinner. In fact, nobody will tempt me because I’ll be gassing up my willpower with one hot Mr. Mason. “You’re going to ask Tyler to be your fuck buddy?” “Hug Buddy,” I correct her. My gut’s no longer clenching; it’s filled with mutant butterflies sporting foot-long wingspans.
