Her face heats and she spends a little too much time studying the various containers, but she finally settles on the jar of strawberry sauce.

She takes a slow perusal of my chest, licking her lips as she does. She moves to sit in my lap and grabs my chin between her hands, shifting it from side to side. Without breaking eye contact with me, she dips her finger into the sauce and drips it behind my ear. I feel a drop hit my back. “Mmm,” she moans as she swirls her tongue on the spot, leaving no trace of the sticky sauce behind. She stands over me for a moment, but the minute I raise my hands to wrap around her thighs, she steps away and goes back to her seat across from me.

I don’t even fully register her next question, and I’m pretty sure my answer didn’t make much sense but she doesn’t seem to mind or notice. I pick up my favorite jar of honey and my trusty spoon and get on my knees before her. I gently push her shoulder so she falls back on her elbows. She watches with hooded eyes as I pick up her uninjured leg, drip honey onto her big toe, and suck it into my mouth. I massage her heel as I suck until her toe curls against my teeth and I pull it free.

“You already know my next question. Who is Mr. Yes and No?”

She blows out a harsh breath. “Dante Moore.”

Dante Moore was a University of Dayton graduate who went on to join the G league with the Idaho Champions. They used to be the Portland Raiders affiliate team, so it makes sense that she would’ve met him there. He was good, really good. He made a name for himself early on and everyone just knew he was going to get called up soon. That was until several women came forward and accused him of sexual assault.

I lost track of the story so I never knew what became of him after he was dropped from the league, but with ten accusations against him so early in his career, I knew it was a slim chance I’d ever see him in the sports industry again. Not that I wanted to because in my mind he was a disgusting creep who preyed on women.

My mind is spiraling with curiosity, but I know I need to let her have her reprieve, so I fan my hand out for her to pick her next prize. She quickly picks the chocolate syrup and slathers it over my stomach.