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I’ve
pushed too hard. “I’m sorry, Josh. Sometimes I take things too far.
It’s a major flaw of mine.”
    Josh chuckles despite himself.
    I bite my lip, smiling into the phone. “I’m sorry—I
didn’t mean any harm.”
    “Says the woman with a bomb strapped to her chest.”
He lets out a long exhale. “Just read my goddamned application,
okay? I can’t take it anymore. The anticipation’s killing me. Just
read it and make your decision already.”
    “My decision ?”
    He pauses. “Whether to sleep with me or not,” he
finally says.
    “Oh yeah, that’s right,” I say. “Well, a girl’s
gotta know if she’s gonna wake up chained to a goat.”
    “No, a donkey. ”
    “Oh yeah. That’s right. A girl’s gotta know these
things.”
    “You never know what might happen with me. I’m kind
of a sick fuck.”
    “According to whom?”
    He doesn’t reply.
    “The Shy Girl?”
    He pauses. “Yeah.”
    “That’s Emma?”
    “Yup.”
    “Well, Josh, I haven’t even read your application
yet, and I can already tell you Emma was full of shit.”
    He lets out a yelp of surprise.
    I clear my throat. “So back to the reason I called
in the first place,” I say. “Where are the three photos you
submitted with your application?”
    “Well, strangely enough, Kat, they’re in a folder
marked ‘Club Application Photos.’ Imagine that.”
    “Oh. Well, gosh. That makes a whole lot more sense
than putting them into a folder called ‘Sick Fuck.’”
    Josh sighs. “Hey, can I just come up there? I
thought I wanted to stay as far away as possible while you were
reading my application, but all of a sudden I’d rather just sit
next to you while you read it and watch your facial
expressions.”
    My heart leaps. “Are you by any chance planning to distract me again, Joshua William Faraday?”
    “Maybe.”
    I smile broadly into the phone. “Yeah, I think
that’s a great idea,” I say. “Get your YOLO’d-ass up here, Playboy.
We’ll read the damned thing together, line by perverted line—and maybe, if you’re extra nice to me, I’ll let you distract me
again.”
    I can hear his smile again.
    “I’ll be right there,” he says.

Chapter 2
    Kat
     
    The minute Josh and I hang up from our call, I
scroll through his blonde-girl “Sick Fuck” folder again, this time
more slowly than before. These are some spectacularly gorgeous
women here—and he thinks I’m some sort of ‘ideal form’ of all of
them? Surely, he’s just flattering me. I mean, come on.
    I stop scrolling.
    Holy crap.
    I recognize one of the women in the folder. I think
she’s a well-known model—like, literally on Victoria’s Secret ads
and the covers of fashion magazines. Yep, I’m sure of it. Her name
is Bridgette something. Is she the ‘bisexual supermodel’ Josh said
he turned down? She’s gotta be the second non-Clubber in the
folder.
    I look at my watch. Gah. Josh should be here any
minute. I click out of the “Sick Fuck” folder, intending to take a
quick peek at his three photos before he arrives, but on a sudden
impulse, I find myself dragging the entire “Sick Fuck” folder into
the trashcan and pressing “Empty trash.” Oops. My finger must have
slipped.
    And now back to my actual mission. I click into the
folder marked “Club Application Photos” and open the first of three
images. It’s a headshot. Josh is smiling and looking as charismatic
and confident as ever. Oh man, those eyes. I could sit and stare at
them all day long. He’s gorgeous.
    I click on the next photo. It’s classic Josh
Faraday. He’s in a perfectly tailored, blue designer suit, looking
like an ad for Hugo Boss or cologne . Yummy.
    I click on the third photo and... ka-boom . My
ovaries explode like two little nuclear bombs. Josh is completely
nude in this third shot, every inch of his ripped and
muscled— and erect —body on full display—and, oh my fuck, the
shit-eating grin on his face is so unapologetic, it instantly makes
my blood