CHAPTER 3: ANNIE
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Annie and Chelsea had spent most of the previous night formulating their plan. Chelsea swore it’d work. According to her friend, a man could only handle blue balls for so long before he snapped. She wasn’t so sure. Patrick was stubborn and honorable to a fault, but it was better than nothing. Even, if the plan failed, Patrick was going to show her around the Club. She ached just thinking about it.
“Good luck,” said Chelsea as they stepped out of the classroom and into the hallway.
Annie’s heart thudded when she saw Patrick leaning against the wall waiting for her. He was so delicious looking. He had on blue jeans and a button down white shirt. The simple clothes accentuated his maleness, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from darting to the front of his pants. T
