TOXIC LOVE
She was practically a life-size one anyway.
“I'm sure you did.” Jack smiled politely, albeit tightly at her. It didn't look forced. Whoa, hold on there. Could Mr. Playboy hate all that attention? Surely not. Another glance at him. Yep. He was definitely not impressed. I filed that bit of information away for the dissection of the date tomorrow with the girls. Interesting.
“Sandra?” He tapped my side. “What size shoes do you need?”
“Oh, um, a seven, please.” I smiled sweetly at Boobs. She gave me an icy look and grabbed a pair of shoes. I looked at the size when she slid them to me. “They're a nine,” I told her. “I said seven.”
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