“Do you even have standards?”

“Not when I’ve been having a dry spell since the stone age and my brother is giving me hard-ons.”

That shut him up like I hoped it would. He sneered and walked away to where Charlotte had set out bottles of water. I smoothed Jay’s business card in my palm and looked for somewhere to put it, but without clothes, there were few options.

I tucked it under a lamp on the bedside table, determined not to forget it later when we left.

Charlotte, Lewis, and Jay were hovered around the camera going over shots and mumbling to each other. Asher hovered close by, stealing peeks between shoulders and making the ick-face we were trying to avoid

I went and stood beside him, stealing his water bottle and helping myself to a sip. “Did we do okay?” I couldn’t see through the crowd of people.

“Yeah. They’re pretty … kinky, I guess.”

“Do you think Lewis will make us do more?”

“I hope not.”

“I’m sorry about the whole erection thing again. It’s not you. I swear.”

“Let’s not draw attention to it. In fact, let’s never talk about it again.”

Whatever conversation the three were having ended. Jay spun, but his expression was unreadable.

“How about you two find your clothes and meet us downstairs in the café so we can chat?”

Asher and I exchanged looks. “Cool. Yeah. Did we do okay?” I asked, tipping my head toward the camera.

“We’ll talk downstairs.”

That wasn’t reassuring.

Asher and I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. “What do you think?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I thought Lewis sounded impressed, but Jay’s being dodgy. I can’t read him.”

I sighed. There wasn’t anything more we could do.

Asher studied the door while I pulled on my underwear and pants. It took until I had my shirt on for him to find his own clothes.

“Are we okay?” I asked, sensing he was anything but. I would understand if he said no. He’d just spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes fondling my dick into a semi-aroused state.

He blinked away his funk and turned to the mirror, focusing on fixing his hair. “We’re fine. Did you have to fuck up my hair? What was with all that hair-pulling bullshit?”

“Um … Did you have to give me a hickey?” I pulled the collar of my shirt down and examined the purple bruise left behind.

Asher’s cheeks pinked, and his eyes widened. “Oh shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Whatever. Ender seemed pretty jealous of Jay’s attention. Not surprised he staked his claim and got all growly and aggressive.”

Asher said nothing. I met his eyes in the mirror, and he looked away. “Yeah. Jay’s a dick. You ready?”

“Might as well find out my fate.”