“Can’t brain today. Too hard.”

“Where’s my latte?”

I pointed, not lifting my head. “At the café still. Get your own, you spoiled brat. Some of us work for a living for pennies and are broke.”

He chuckled and stood, patting my shoulder as he went to get his own drink. While he was gone, I returned my books to my backpack. So much for that study session.

When he came back, he examined my face, and I got the sense he was measuring the dark circles under my eyes and weighing out how bad my week had been so far.

“So, you ever gonna tell me about that threesome?”

“No. Never. We don’t talk about shit like that. Besides, there was no threesome, and you know it. It was an epic fail, and you were right, and I was wrong, and shut up, or I’ll fuck you up.”

Asher snorted. “Try it. I’d lay you flat before you figured out if you were left or right-handed.”

I sneered and sipped my coffee.

“So you aren’t gonna tell me about it after you texted me in a rambling panic?”

“I was not panicking. I was … digesting the information. And possibly calculating my chances of survival if I went toe-to-toe with Dean the Freak. They weren’t good. The guy ate steroids for breakfast and carried a gun.”

“And Jay?”

I pouted. “This conversation needs to end. Can we talk about anything but how Jay fondled my dick under the table and made me hard while his husband was oblivious? I don’t want to be a homewrecker. I told him no, then I let him fondle me more. And kiss me. And then I put my foot down. And he kissed me again.” I whimpered. “But he’s so hot.”

Asher raised a brow.

“So, enough about me, let’s talk about you. How’s your week going? Watch any good porn lately?”

Asher jerked his head around the cafeteria. “You’re a dick. Could you say that louder? I’m not sure the people on the third floor heard you.”

“I didn’t say gay porn. Relax. I could have meant hetero porn. I didn’t, but I could have. Hetero porn is so ewwy. So many girl parts and boobies and vaginas and … girl parts.” I shuddered.

“Do you want to know why Dean wanted to murder you? I think I figured it out.”

“It’s my mouth, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“Jay likes my mouth. He was very nice to it. Sucked my tongue and everything. That’s so hot. He has soft lips.”

“Jay needs to back off and leave you and your tongue alone. He’d better not be a problem at these photo sessions because he’ll be dealing with me.”