The next day, at around 5:00 p.m., I stood in the middle of our dorm room holding my phone against my chest. My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe.
This is it. No regrets. I’ll just go have fun, satisfy this craving, and come back home.
With shaky fingers, I dialed the number on the card.
“Hello, Mike Murphy speaking.”
“It’s me… Amanda.”
“Oh, Amanda. My pretty Amanda,” his deep voice warmed instantly. “Finally, she called.”
“Yes, it’s me,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “So… what next?”
“Well, beautiful, I’ll send you the address of the hotel I’m staying at. Come meet me there.”
“Okay… fine.”
“Good girl,” he said smoothly before hanging up.
Fuck. I was so nervous my hands were trembling. Do I really want this? It’s just to clear my urges… noth
