Chapter 2

I didn’t see what was so wrong with just being myself. I was comfortable as me. If I ever tried to play dress up, I knew I would fall flat on my face. Any man interested in me would have to take me as I was, and that was asking a lot, I had found. Now, I just worked, wished, and watched.

Hans had never lacked for conquests, even in grad school. Somehow, he had graduated top of the class, with me close behind, while sleeping with any available male body—professors included. I was sure thatafter we arrived at the club, and had our obligatory dance, he would disappear and I’d have to find my own way home. It wouldn’t be the first time.

As Hans chattered on about his day and the threesome he had slept with two nights ago—ever adventurous was he—my thoughts went where they always did.