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227 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2012
An attractive blonde behind the receptionist's desk smiles at me as I walk in. I assume she's the receptionist, because I can't think of any reason she would be sitting behind the receptionist's desk. Unless maybe she's filling in for the real receptionist, who could be on her lunch break. But then I remember: it's almost two, and I doubt anyone takes their lunch breaks that late. So this must be the actual receptionist.
This is amazing. I'm in a helicopter with Earl Grey, the most handsomest man on the planet. And now he's the most handsomest man in the air! I peer into the distance, and can see the Space Needle in faraway Seattle jutting above the skyline. We're up so high, and the sun is so bright -
"Earl!" I shout.
"What!" he shouts back, over the roar of the helicopter's massive blades.
"Watch out for the sun!"
"What!"
"I said, WATCH OUT FOR THE SUN!"
He shoots me a puzzled look.
"What? I'm not wearing sunscreen," I say.
He shakes his head.
"Nevermind," I mutter. He probably knows how close to the sun we can fly without getting burned. I hope.
"You're a mystery to me, baby," he says, biting the tip off the banana. I blush.
"Oh, stop."
"No, it's true," he says. "I have no idea what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours..."
"To be honest, I have no idea either," I say, looking down at the table to avoid his powerful gaze. "Most times, my mind is just an ongoing, present-tense first-person monologue. It's like I'm writing a novel, constantly, but only in my brain. A really bad novel."
It's ten in the morning and Earl Grey is long gone from the bed. He hasn't completely abandoned me, because I'm still wearing Earl's shirt from last night; it's like I've skinned him and am wearing his flesh. Only it's less creepy by like a million times.
come to my blog! For the first time in my life, I have found my purpose: to be a doormat for this ridiculously wealthy, attractive, impossible-to-resist man.

“I spend the rest of my night doing schoolwork. After striking a match and lighting a candle, I sit down at my desk with my quill pen and parchment to write an essay for my ethics class on the legalities of fan fiction.”
“He hands me his shopping list and I lead him through the store in search of the item. Duct tape? Plastic wrap? A hack saw? Who is this guy, Dexter?”
“For the first time in my life, I have found my purpose: to be a doormat for this ridiculously wealthy, attractive, impossible to resist man.”
Before I know it, we’re off the ground and soaring above the parking lot. The people are so small from this height; they look like ants (although they’re wearing clothes and have two legs instead of six). This is amazing. I’m in a helicopter with Earl Grey, the most handsomest man on the planet. And now he’s the most handsomest man in the air! I peer into the distance, and can see the Space Needle in faraway Seattle jutting above the skyline. We’re up so high, and the sun is so bright—
“Earl !” I shout.
“What!” he shouts back, over the roar of the helicopter’s massive blades.
“Watch out for the sun!”
“What!”
“I said, WATCH OUT FOR THE SUN!”
He shoots me a puzzled look.
“What? I’m not wearing sunscreen,” I say.
He shakes his head.
“Nevermind,” I mutter. He probably knows how close to the sun we can fly without getting burned. I hope.
As we begin our descent, I get butterflies in my stomach. I close my mouth, because I don’t want to pull a Kathleen and spew chunks all over Earl. He lands the helicopter at the Starbucks across the street from Walmart.
