Corinne
This was it. I was about to begin my first evening with Cooper—the man who offered me a no-strings-attached s****l relationship centered around my pleasure. The man who made me want to crush my lips to his one second, and run in the other direction the next. The man who also happened to be my boss.
Come on, Corinne, pull yourself together.
When I reached Cooper’s front door, I paused to take a deep breath and center myself before knocking.
Why was I so nervous? This date was a sure thing. No unbearable small talk, no cringe-worthy oversharing, no awkward fumbling through whether he’d kiss me good night or not. The whole point of our arrangement was to make things between us as simple as possible. We took emotions right out of the equation. We were doing this for me, so I would
