Craving The Badboy
Before I could say a single word, she turned on her heel and waltzed off toward her Barbie-on-crack convertible, the wind catching her hair just like she probably planned it.
I stood there a moment, trying to shake her off like a bad dream. Have you ever had someone touch you and you immediately want to shower after? Not because they are dirty but because they are doing too much? Yeah. That is how I feel right now.
So now I was Tony, the male lead, and Harper was freaking Maria. Why the hell didn't I see this coming?
This musical was about to become a slow-burning disaster, and I was locked into a front-row seat with no exit plan.