“I can’t be in a sexy movie,” I murmured as I looked back down at her business card. The idea was ludicrous. I’d never even seen a raunchy movie. I didn’t own a single sex toy, I’d never even . . . done things to myself, and I was pretty sure the only time I’d ever had an orgasm was while I was asleep and dreaming raunchy dreams that never seemed to star Michael. On the night my divorce was finalized, I’d drunk half a bottle of wine and Googled the word pornography for the first time in my entire life . . . and then I was so embarrassed by myself that I’d slammed my laptop shut and binged
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