What it is about
My fiancé Ethan Gray and his secretary were playing a game of "strip billiards" at the pool club—lose a shot, lose a piece of clothing.
Before long, the secretary had stripped down to just her bra and panties. She leaned against the pool table, whining coyly:
"Mr. Gray, I've lost everything. What should I take off next?"
Ethan turned his gaze toward me with a smile:
"Natalie, you strip for her. And while you're at it, put up that villa under your name."
The people around us burst into laughter, waiting to watch me—the good girl—make a fool of myself.
