I bang on the window, and he stares at me as if I’m a nuisance. I catch a glimpse at what he’s watching, and my face heats. It’s…porn. Holy shit. Is that what he was zeroing in on during the entire ride? He doesn’t act flustered or abnormal as he turns off the iPad, throws it on the seat, and takes his time getting out of the car. With the same nonchalant energy, he walks to the door of the warehouse.
