Maggie rolled her eyes. “I know. You’ve set your sights on Smith.”
It was the twenty-first century. A woman could take what she wanted sexually without feeling cheap or abused. And I wasn’t some shy adolescent girl anymore. I was confident enough to admit what I wanted and go after it. This was going to be my gift to myself. A box to check off my bucket list before it was finally time to move on from my secret fantasies.
Smith Hamilton was my older brother’s best friend. And come tomorrow night, he wouldn’t know what hit him.
The feminist inside me beat on her chest and let out a battle cry.
I was doing this.
I would make Smith my bitch.
And zero fucks would be given.