Savage in the streets,
Mechanical between the sheets…
Or at least that’s what I’m being told. Now I know why I never make it past date five.
Jenna Savage here. Attorney. Reality TV watcher. Hopeless romantic. Forever alone…
If only I could deprogram the aggressively bland bedroom habits I’ve adapted out of my system and become the savage I’m meant to be.
Of course, in order to do that, I need help. And who better to be my mentor than Weston Singer, my best friend and a total stud.
We laid out the rules, determined to maintain our friendship during my ‘training.’ But wouldn’t you know it, my heart had other plans.
Now, I’m hopelessly in love with a man who has always been a love ’em and leave ’em type of guy. I should have seen this coming.
Is it possible he feels the same way?
Or am I doomed to forever long for a man I can never have?
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Jenna
“I hate you!”
“Again, I don’t see how I had anything to do with Arnold’s pick—”
“You liked that trashy bimbo with the big, blonde hair and fake boobs!”
“I did enjoy some of her segments—”
“And because of people like you, Ryanne is being sent home. She’s an executive at only twenty-six—TWENTY-SIX!!!”
“You do realize this wasn’t a viewer vote sendoff,” Wes says, way too logically for my liking. “Arnold picked—”
“Which one, Wes!” I gesture wildly to the screen. “Which one would you rather fuck?”
Weston blinks, his mouth falling ajar. My cheeks turn red as I suddenly realize just how childish I’m being, but at this point, it’s a hill I might as well die on.
“Which one?” I emphasize the words pointedly.
Weston looks down guiltily. “Bianca…”
I launch a pillow at his face. “I knew it—I knew it!”
He holds up his hands in fake surrender. “To be honest, I don’t even like her fake boobs. She just seems easygoing.”
“Easygoing?”
“Yeah. She’s the kind of girl that when eleven o’clock rolls around, she dares you to take one more shot. Ryanne…well, I’m pretty sure she’s in bed by nine.”
“Because she makes good life decisions!”
