April 23, 2019

It all started with a sexy selfie. 

Texted to the wrong number. 

Oops. 

Not my finest moment—but I have nothing to be ashamed of. 

She thought I was no better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging douche-bags she was never dating again. 

It was a stupid dare from a girl I’d met online, but since she’d given me a fake number, I didn’t feel bad that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere—on the fiery and sharp-tongued, Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text for the rest of the evening. 

The following day, my case of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana. 

When I strolled into the office, I was introduced to Peyton as the new client I needed to win over. The Peyton, in case you're not tracking....

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