“Vincent, is everything oka—” “Bartlett, you have exactly five seconds to get out of here,” I say. “Why, are you guys gonna fuck? I’m staying if you are. Just because I prefer women doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch a hot straight couple fuck.” “Five,” I say through clenched teeth. “Four.” She raises a challenging eyebrow that has my building anger practically blinding, and Skyla must sense it. “Give us a minute,” she says softly.
