Crap. I just handed her over to Grey without a plan. She’s conservative, quiet, will she even agree to something like this? We only just became friends. Is it too much to ask?
But Regina and Sharon? No way. They’d be plotting how to seduce Grey into bed before I could blink. Sophie’s the safer option.
I raise my fist and take a deep, determined breath. I’ll convince her. We’ll both benefit in the end. I knock and step inside.
Sophie isn’t sleeping like I expected. She’s perched at the reading table, flipping through one of my boys’ magazines.
I pause, watching her. As far as Grey’s type goes, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who fits. He doesn’t hate blondes like Sophie, but he does find quiet girls like her uncomfortable to be around.
It’ll be hilarious watching him pretend to date
