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“Uh uh.” Memphis shook his head. “You do not get to change the subject on this one.”

I could if he would let me.

“Fine. If you won’t tell me, then I guess I’ll have to ask someone else.”

My eyes narrowed as Memphis leaned back and shifted his gaze to the corner booth.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would.”

God damnit. He would.

I could argue that Gio wouldn’t tell him anything, but I think we both knew better at this point. There were no other options. I had to give him something.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s just say he found a new way to torture me.”

Why I thought that would be enough, I had no idea.

“And this new form of torture involved not letting you come?”

Did I have to spell it out for him?

“Yes.” I hissed, hoping he would drop it.

He didn’t.

If anything, Memphis’s curiosity just rose. He looked over at Gio, then back at me. “Is he good?”

Really? That’s what he wanted to know?

“How should I know?” It wasn’t like I had a lot of experience to draw on.

“Did you like it?”

Did I like? Of course not… well, maybe… I mean no.

“What…” I stopped talking when I noticed Gio wasn’t staring at his laptop anymore.

He was looking right at me, waiting for my answer. And I had the perfect response to give him.

“I liked the shower I had this morning better.”

The corner of Gio’s mouth lifted, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. There was a high possibility that I’d pay for my infraction later, but I didn’t have to worry about it now.

Memphis tipped his head at me. “Did you shower with him?”

“What? No!”

“Did you fuck him?”

Why did he need clarity? “No.”

He leaned across the counter and asked in a hushed tone, “Do you want to?”

“Of course not.” Why would he even ask that? Although, admittedly, I was curious. If Gio could make me feel that good with his fingers and tongue, what could he do with other parts?

“Uh, huh?”

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