Seven

She hurried to the door and opened it. Mary stood in front of her, clutching a high-tech camera in one hand and an empty bottle of tequila in the other. Nicole grabbed Mary’s arm and yanked her inside before closing the door. Her friend’s eyes widened.

“Nikki? Why is your face so red?”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “I’ve been trying to tell you… I can’t go through with this.” She pointed to her face. “This is what happens when I unbutton a man’s shirt. I’m not the person for your blackmail scheme.”

“You unbuttoned…” Mary whipped around, looking for the bed. She gasped and rushed to the edge, staring down at the half-naked man. “Oh, glory,” she muttered as she tucked a small lock of her black hair behind her ear. “He’s better looking than I thought.”

“Then you can probably imagine what he looks like awake.” Nicole folded her arms and tilted her head. “His eyes are dreamy enough to melt a glacier. And you know, I'm not the type of woman who gets all melty over men with gorgeous eyes.”

Ma