Elle
Six hours later, we'd worked our way through three movies, two bottles of wine, and a truly impressive amount of Thai food.
"You know what we should do?" Sophia slurred slightly, twirling a strand of her perfect blonde hair. "We should go out."
"Out?" I blinked at her. "Like, outside?"
"Yes, genius. To a club. With music. And men who aren't your husband." She wiggled her eyebrows. "You can make him jealous."
"That's the worst idea I've ever heard."
"Which means it's the best. Come on." She pulled me up. "My dad just bought into that new place downtown. We can get the VIP section."
"I'm married, remember?"
"And? It's not like you're dead." She dragged me toward her bedroom.
"He's actually..." I stopped myself. Weirdly protective of a man who had me under house arrest. "Nevermind."
"Exactly." She flung open her closet doors, revealing a boutique's worth of dresses. "Now, let's find something that'll make every man in that club lose his damn mind."
Common sense said to refuse. Go b
