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With a whole body sigh, she sits on the bed. “To get Griffin’s
attention—in a good way—you need to appeal to his weaknesses.
Those would be playing the hero, ogling breasts, and colossal arro-
gance that could fill the Parthenon.”
I nod, but am still not really sure what she means.
Nicole rolls her eyes at my continued confusion. “He’s a chauvin -
istic, hormone-driven, egotistical jerk.”
Oh. Is that all? I already knew that.
“The real question,” she continues, “is how to use that against
him.”
“I bet you have a plan.”
“As a matter of fact—” She grins wickedly. “I do.”
I know I’m not going to like this.
“Are you ready for pain?” Griffin asks as I walk up to the starting
line.
Nicole suggested I play it weak—no arguing, no witty retorts,
nothing but sweetness and sugar. The second I see Griffin’s smug
smile I know I can’t play that part.
“I can take anything you dish out, Blake.”
He looks me up and down, hovering over my chest and thighs on
the way back up. I’m filled with a little bubble of satisfaction that
my clothing is worth the embarrassment. If nothing else, I know
that he likes what he sees.
“Let’s get started,” I say when he doesn’t seem to be in any
hurry.
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