Tell me one thing that's more frustrating than a lying man. I'll wait.
Brent looks outright shocked as he takes the jacket from me. He sniffs at it, then he tosses it on the adjacent couch.
He sits up, watching me as I cross my hands over my naked chest in a poor attempt to cover myself, and he just shakes his head when I stay quiet.
"Cami, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you. It's like we keep talking about the same thing over and over again. Do you really believe that I'd have s*x with a woman in my office then come home to you?"
I keep looking at him, so he continues.
"I meet a lot of people in a day, and some hug and brush all over me. Maybe that's how I get the perfume on my jacket."
"You said it's your mom's or Krystal's."
"It probably is. I was with my mom today
