I wonder if Theo is impressed. The women I’m with usually are, but what about this guy? What does he think when he looks at me? I glance up and see him standing across the small room, his eyes on me, the pencil tapping against his lips. Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades. Maybe he’ll cook up my ass and eat it with a side of broccolini. “Ready when you are,” I tell him, gesturing to the space next to me.
