7 - Vogue

~Juliet’s Point of View~

“I feel like a whore,” I said, as Taylor finished my make-up. I looked down at this skimpy as hell dress and couldn’t believe it even fit me.

“You need some whoring in your life,” he said, nodding.

He wasn't wrong, so no arguments there. I spent my early years in a long term relationship and missed out on the whoring college experience. Not that I’m complaining, Marcus and I fucked like rabbits and it was great but Jude was literally only the sixth man I’d slept with and at 29 that seemed pathetic.

“So the trainer huh,? You better not turn him down if the mood is right,” he said, slapping my bare knee.

He went back to applying some eye shadow and I groaned. I told him it was a fake date but he insisted I make the most of it, do whatever I could to sneak in a kiss or some type of action.

“Why would I try so hard to get something from someone who’s not interested when I can have a sure thing with the legend himself in just a short week’s time,” I said, making a c