Seducing Vegas — J.F. Lowe

My father said all I had to do was seduce her, date her, make her mine and stay faithful. Surely I can do that. Oh, but there was a catch. There's always a catch, right. I have a week to do it. F*ck! Why did he have to choose her? How can he have known I'd used her this morning to avoid my ex with a fake so-called Vegas performance. I must admit she was a good target though the contrast between her hair and skin was nothing short of startling. Her violently red waves cascading down one shoulder and over her milky skin and her naïvety made her all so inviting. F*ck, how am I going to handle this f*cked up game my father wants to play without breaking her.