Brandi's POV
It's 11:00 on Friday; I'm sitting at my desk reviewing room ideas for my latest project. My phone rings; I reach to pick it up. It's Gianna. Since Sunday, I haven't spoken with her the day I realized I not only f****d her father, but I wanted to f**k him again. Not that he's interested, I wanted to entice him, make him want me. So I allowed him to see me practically naked, finger soaking wet, but he pretended as if nothing happened. I groan as I remember licking my finger; I must seem too childish to him. Of course, he doesn't want me, the real me. He's probably known me too long to get turned on by my little games.
The phone rings again, interrupting my thoughts. I answer it quickly.
"Hey, G."
"Brandi, want to meet me for drinks tonight?"
"Me, as in you alone
