I faced the mirror, checking out the costume one last time. The short, pleated skirt ended at the top of my thighs, and the matching low-cut sweater vest and plaid tie showed off my belly button. Monica had been the naughty schoolgirl for Halloween, and when I saw this hanging in her closet, the idea sounded perfect, especially since Jenner had said he wouldn’t let me sneak away for class or to do homework.
“I promise you,” she said, “there’s no hope involved when it comes to men and sex.” She grabbed a tube of lip gloss off my dresser and dabbed some over my mouth. “He’s going to open the door to his hotel room and lose his mind. His d**k’ll be so hard that he probably won’t even be able to talk.”
“Oh my God.”
“What? It’s true.” She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and checked
