“Are you ready? Or do we need to go over anything once more?”
I take a deep breath and smooth my hands over my tight black mini-skirt.
“My name is Roxy, I’m 22, and I’m here on a school exchange program.”
Dante nods. “Perfect. And if someone says you don’t look familiar?”
“I say I know John.”
“You’re ready.”
I beam when Dante suddenly stops the driver.
“Pull over for a second. Into the alley.”
“What are you doing?” I hiss to Dante. “We’re almost there.”
“Did you really think I’d forget about your little outburst from earlier, princess?”
Dante’s lips curl into a smile, and my stomach flip-flops. I’d been half hoping he’d forget, but also half hoping he wouldn’t forget. The anticipation of not knowing when my potential punishment would be coming has made me feel on edge all day.
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