TREVOR DROVE HOME, scrubbing away any remaining lipstick Raquel had left on his right cheek. His left cheek burned from the slap she had given him after he’d turned her down for a night of, “Let’s play doctor.”
He smiled, tugging at the gray silk tie around his throat, loosening it. That was the first time he’d ever been slapped for not taking advantage of a woman.
This night hadn’t been a total waste though. As he had sat across from God’s-gift-to-men, listening to her drone on about her many modeling assignments and watching her flirt with the underage waiter at every opportunity, Trevor wondered how he ever found plastic women attractive. The only woman he wanted in this world was Lillian Campbell, but there were a few things standing in his way.
As he neared Lil’s place, headlights
