7: Sabrina.

I'm walking home from the art supply store in the rain. At first, my hood is up to guard me against the elements, but I change my mind halfway home and pull it back, allowing the condensation to soak my hair, my clothes. The cold droplets running down my face help cool the sting of embarrassment left over from my "job interview" yesterday.

Somewhere uptown, a billionaire is laughing at me.

I'm a girl in a long line of girls who have probably laid down on that couch and fallen prey to the most glorious face and physique on the planet. I never expected myself to be so easily seduced and gullible. He really made me believe there was a...connection between us. Something tangible. Now that I have some distance, I know I must have imagined it. Even though I can still feel the press of his hands on my thighs, his breath on my belly.

His ravenous mouth between my legs.

That's the part I keep getting stuck on.

Why was he so single-minded about giving me pleasure? I can still remember how he lo