“Ashlan sure is hot, am I right?” Hayden said, catching me off guard because I was staring. “I don’t know. I don’t look at her that way. She’s my fucking nanny.” Travis came up beside me and handed me a beer as he snorted. “Is that why you’re standing over here gaping at her?” “Fuck off. I’m watching the girls.” “Dude. Admit it. She’s fucking hot,” Hayden said as he elbowed me in the side.
