“Whitney.” His voice is low and has a direct line of communication to the space between my legs. Memories of him calling me a good girl in that same voice while I rode him comes flooding back and I suddenly feel an overwhelming need to come. Like now.

Fuck. He STILL has that power?

I remember him telling me that he was going to condition me to need an orgasm with just the sound of his voice. It didn’t matter what he said, but the tone he used. A sexy low almost growl that apparently still speaks to the most primal urges in me.

I back away slowly and grab my plate wanting to run from him and this space that’s suddenly way too small for the both of us to inhabit. Just avoid being alone with him. Stay with your parents. Nothing will happen if I stay around them.

Or better yet, why am I not going home? My subconscious snaps snarkily. I ignore it, because I’m not ready to answer that question.

It isn’t until a few hours later, during a study break prolonged by more mimosas and a shot of tequila when the universe decides to test me once and for all.

“Hey hey!” I hear a voice called from the entrance to my house. It’s not Chloe, she was still indisposed with Trey even after I all but begged her to come over and run interference and it doesn’t sound like anyone that would walk into my house unannounced. Which actually could be a lot of people, my parents were not familiar with boundaries and wanted everyone to feel like family. But seriously, who the fuck is that?

My eyes widen to the size of saucers I’m sure when I see the recently divorced Georgina Martin, from down the street holding a bottle of champagne and what looks like fucking cookies!? My parents are so fucking obvious it’s insane and the look on JP’s face means he knows what this is as well.

My mother had called me the night Georgina’s husband moved out quite literally from the window as she watched them argue in the front yard about his secretary or boss or whatever cliched mistress he had from work. She and I had always said we had a hunch that something was off about their marriage. Whenever they came to my parent’s parties, he was always a little too flirty and she was always a little too drunk and or oblivious. So evidently, he had a wandering dick and alas, they divorced.

And now they’re evidently trying to set her up with JP.

Great.

Now we have to add my fucking jealousy into the mix. I rub my forehead as my mother hops off the couch where she’s now seated next to me and pulls her in for a hug. I share a look with Jacob and I’m pretty sure his reads something along the lines of “I’m not planning to” in response to my look that says, “do not test me.”