I wanna look hot. Like Princess-Grace-of-Monaco-hot. So… could you please go back into your creepy trophy case of family collectibles and dig me out something of royal caliber?
“You said no.”
“What?” No to what?
“At the dinner table, with your legs.”
Oh… that’s what this is all about.
“But we were at your parents’ dining table.” I stare up at him, completely bewildered.
“No one’s ever said no to me before. And it’s so – hot.”