“Come on, how wild are we talking?” I hide behind my wine glass while he continues to stare. “Are we talking like, oh I don’t know, getting fingered in public at a party? I did that once, hot as fuck.” The air around us soars to a boiling point as his mouth tugs into an arrogant grin. “You wouldn’t let someone do that to you, right James? You’re not a bad girl like that.”
