The entire dinner was suddenly ruined for me. Not that the food wasn’t good—I was an excellent cook—but Benjamin’s words kept running on repeat in my head, over and over again, like a song I couldn’t turn off.
Never before in my life had I been called a bad girl. I had always been the exact opposite. The good girl, the responsible one, the rule follower. It was who I was, who I had always been. But now, that simple phrase was echoing in my mind, taking root in a place I didn’t fully understand.
Every time I caught his gaze across the table or felt his leg shift underneath it, my thighs pressed together involuntarily. Why was I excited? I had listened to my fair share of saucy audiobooks, some of which had piqued my interest, but never to the point where I had actively wanted something li
