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twenty-four hours.
    Him.
    It was official. I was a fallen woman—a floozy, a bimbo Jezebel who enjoyed forcing guys to feel her up in public. A flush of embarrassment worked its way up my neck, making my skin itch under my shoulder-length hair. I swept a swath off my nape for a second, and then let the weight of it drop with a defeated sigh. I had no business obsessing over Mr. Hot and Urgent. How many times could I relive it? The guilty pleasure that tightened his lips, the concern in his eyes when I took off.
    Who was he?
    Who was I in that half-baked moment when I slid his hand to my breast and knew it was right? But it was wrong, wrong, wrong. Really wrong. Without a doubt the most dastardly, stupid, lame-assed, WRONG thing I’d ever done.
    So why couldn’t I stop thinking about him? Feeling his body against mine? He’d been right there with me, as pulled into me as I had been into him.
    Fuck it. I couldn’t lie. The guy was the innocent party in this mess. I had no one to rag on but my naughty, wanton self. I buried my face in my hands, letting out a low moan of self-loathing. Couldn’t wait to tell Roach about this one.
    No.
    No telling Roach.
    Not this time.
    â€œAre you just going to stand there all day?” Roach’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I shouldered through her doorway.
    â€œDamn, girl,” I gasped. “What have you been smoking in here?” I crossed the room and flopped onto Roach’s bed, burring my face in a pillow. “Whew, it reeks!” The putrid stench I couldn’t quite identify seeped through my makeshift barrier.
    â€œYou know that new flat iron I got for my birthday?”
    Something in Roach’s voice made me start to laugh even before I heard the story.
    â€œThe one my mom got from a friend of a friend who works at a salon? The one that gets so hot it blows a fuse if you try plugging it in with the lights on? I had to take an online safety course before I could use it.”
    The pillow muffled my snort.
    â€œMy mom picked my lock, which in itself is amazing if you think about it, and then she snuck into my room and borrowed it. She thought it was like a regular curling iron, only with more oomph. Half her hair fell out this morning. She fried it off.”
    I chucked the pillow across the room. “She didn’t!”
    â€œShe did. That’s the smell. Fried hair. Dad bought a wig for her to wear at work today, a bob, like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman .” Roach was clearly impressed. “It’s the best style she’s ever had.”
    The Church Lady in a hooker bob. Life was good.
    â€œGet your laptop. We need to reevaluate,” I said, my spirits lifted, faith restored.
    â€œBugger. Not again.” Roach brought her laptop over and sat cross-legged beside me with it balanced on her thighs. “Didn’t the Tyler Gribbons experience teach you anything?”
    â€œLook, unless you want me to let loose on the unsuspecting male population, humping guys in elevators…”
    Roach shook her head. “An elevator hump? Where do you dream up this stuff?”
    If only she knew. My life and the implausible were one and the same. Like how I couldn’t stop thinking about the elevator and my descent into glassed-in lechery.
    â€œI’m not judging you.” Roach held up a hand. “I’m not . And I know you don’t care what anyone else thinks, but I still don’t get why you’re stuck on sucking the heart out of it. That’s what it’s supposed to be about, you know. Love .”
    â€œYou think that’s the way guys see it?” I laughed. “You’re right, I don’t care about my reputation, or if people want to call me a slut, it’s not about love – it’s about having a choice. Having control over shit in your life.”
    And the fact that I didn’t believe in love at first grope. The “L” word was purely a marketing