Feet First. Leanne Banks

isn’t me.”

      Chad filled his glass and groaned. “Maybe your ‘me’ needs to expand a little bit. Besides this is my big opportunity to do my queer eye for the straight girl. Don’t blow it for me,” he said, then put his arm around her. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

      “I’ll do something stupid,” she said.

      “I’ll have you looking so stunning it won’t matter what you do.”

      “What if he thinks I look like a slut?”

      “A dream come true,” Chad said.

      Jenny scowled at him.

      “You will be classy but sexy. Okay, we’re obviously going at this from the wrong angle. What’s the best thing that could happen?”

      That was easy. “He’ll remember my name.”

      “During or after sex?”

      Jenny gave a double take. Despite the sexy dress and the condoms Chad had insisted she put in her purse, she knew there was no way she was having sex with Marc Waterson. No way. She had to take this step by step. “I really don’t think Marc and I are going to have sex at this party. I would just be happy if he remembered my name, period.”

      Chad shot her a look of pity and shook his head. “Oh, dear girl, you must learn to aim higher.”

      “I’ve been hearing that my whole life,” she muttered, and took another long gulp of wine.