Billie
I stared up at the ceiling, frustrated.
I didn't get it.
I had worn that nightdress—practically an invitation for Lexus to rip it off my body. But what did he do?
Absolutely nothing.
No reaction. No stammering. No struggling to keep his eyes on my face.
Just one grumpy comment about dressing in something else.
I sighed, turning onto my side.
It had been a year and a half since I'd gotten laid. A year and a half. And now, I was stuck in a marriage where I couldn't have an affair, and my husband—the grumpiest, most frustratingly gorgeous man alive—was acting like I was invisible.
If this continued, I'd have to take matters into my own hands. Maybe get myself a rose toy or an egg vibrator.
Small. Discreet.
He wouldn't have to know.
I finally managed to fall asleep, but just as the first rays of morning sunlight spilled into the room, an idea popped into my head.
If I couldn't seduce him…
I'd spook him.
