That had been Jack’s favorite, the one he’d liked but didn’t finish. “Oh? Why?”
The man shrugged. “Eh, I don’t know. I’m not a lit critic.”
“It’s porn. Excuse me, erotica.”
“Still. It should get the job done, you know? And that story didn’t for me.” The man blushed. “I mean—”
“No, I know what you mean.” Jack sighed. “I actually write some of this stuff sometimes. Not that that means I’m a critic now. But I thought it was an okay story.”
“Really?” The man’s eyes brightened. He tilted his body now fully engaged with Jack, rather than half browsing like he’d been before. “Would you have written anything I’ve read?”
“Not here. I’m mostly online.”
“I read online.”
Jack’s skin flamed. Again, why was he so embarrassed? He had been enjoying this for months now. Earning off of it. And he wa
