I was only wearing a light blue pair of shorts and a white halter-top.
He asked again. "Why in the heck did you put your clothes back on?"
"So you could take my picture." I threw the bed sheet at him. I know I was being coy. I know I should have walked out. But it was wonderful.
He was really fun. I loved his laugh. He has a good sense of humor. And the fact that he’s… well, we’ll still call him Mr. Rockstar for now but I’ve said enough about him now that anyone who knows how to use google will easily be able to figure out who he is… anyway, the fact that he’s Mr. Rockstar makes it easy to do almost anything for him. Makes it exciting to be with him. Knowing that millions of girls want him and that I have him. I admit it: I WAS ON AN EGO TRIP.
"Come on, take ‘em off…" he purred.
"Okay…"
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
