“My house rules. No sex under my roof. Do not break it,” Lo warns with a cold glare. He shoves a bed pillow in my chest. He can’t be any blunter. “Dry house,” I say. “Got it.” He’s unamused. Not tickling his funny bone tonight, also got it. “You want your dick wet?” he asks. “Don’t even think about my daughter. Think about the freezing pool I’m going to drown you in. It’s right outside.” He points to the window that faces the backyard and then flashes a half-smile. “Night, Paul.” He pats my shoulder, leaving me alone in the guest room.
