CHAPTER 15: SANDRA

“The whole 'do you always ignore the girls you sleep with?' line was magic, Sandra. Pure freakin' magic.” Maggie laughed across the room. I paused, my mascara wand suspended in mid-air and smiled at her through the mirror. I was glad she was thinking about the plan, because I was not.

I was too preoccupied with how I felt when he was touching me.

When he did the hand on thigh move earlier I wanted to castrate him. Really, I wanted to rip off his gentlemanly parts and rub them against a cheese grater. Repeatedly. When he started rubbing my leg, I wanted to punch him, yet when he took his hand away I wanted to grab it and demand he left it there.

That thought made me feel slightly ill. I wanted Jack to touch me, and when he did I enjoyed it. I damn well enjoyed that innocently sexy move he did with the pad of his thumb against the inside of my leg. This plan was getting dangerous.

It was a week in and already I could feel a little crack against my attraction to him. Yeah, the same attra