This man is going to be the death of me. I knew that Carson Antoni was bad, but this man is just sinful. He takes me to a high; then, he just lets me hang there. Well, watch out, Mr. Antoni, I can play that game too.
We have just pulled off in his ridiculously overpriced Bugatti from the driveway of my meager downtown apartment. I am so out of my league here. Why is a man like Carson taking such an ordinary girl like me to meet his parents?
"So, what is the deal here, Carson? Why am I meeting your father?"
"You will soon find out. My dear father has a standard he has set for me and he wants to see if you measure up to it."
"Well, the last time I checked, I am a stripper."
"Exotic dancer, don't think of yourself like that. There is nothing wrong with what you do. I know many women who are not even brave enough to take their clothes off for their own boyfriends."
"But what do I tell your father?"
