We spend a few long minutes, sharing the vodka until we start to feel a good buzz. The more I drink, the more I forget about Mike. I hate that I let him get to me and almost ruin my makeup. If the dress wasn't so tight, I would have kicked him in the nuts. The thought makes me giggle out loud.
"What's so funny, gorgeous?" Grant asks as he lays back on the guest bed.
"I should have kicked Mike in the nuts." I snort and Grant chuckles. "Ouch."
Pacing over to the bed, I stand over Grant. "I'm glad I paid for you. You've made a good companion thus far. Any man who punches my ex deserves the money and you're very good looking."
My eyes scan over him from head to toe, but when I'm coming back up, they stop on his crotch. I stare for a good minute or so before Grant clears his throat. "See so
