There was little Brenna could do to fix this. She couldn’t refuse to take Austin, and she couldn’t tell Damon the truth without losing her own job. And not just the A&R dream job—she’d surely lose even her administrative job, too, if she came clean. Hell, Jenkins might even have hired someone to take her place already. And as a recently divorced woman, she needed her job. To live. To pay rent. To eat. It was non-negotiable.

So she had no choice but to keep going with this insane charade for the next couple of days. And in the meantime, she could at least give Damon the things he wanted from her—heat, passion, sex. She could be his dirty girl.

And since Damon seemed so full of sexual surprises for her, she decided to give him a surprise, too. One he would never expect.

So as she stood naked before the wide vanity mirror in her room, ready to shower and change for another night of scouting—and fucking—she bit her lip and reached for her shaving cream.

But instead of smoothing the fluffy white foam over her legs, she instead spread it over the flesh between her thighs and reached for a pink disposable razor.

She’d never even thought about shaving away her pubic hair until last night, after seeing Jenelle’s denuded pussy. She’d thought she’d immersed herself in bold, unabashed sexuality this week—but seeing Jenelle’s cunt, so smooth and ready, had inspired her to be bolder still. Revealing her own to him, like this, seemed like the last little vestige of old Brenna that she could let go of—or shave off, as it were.