I catch Jake glaring at me across the table and stop twisting my hair for the fiftieth time; he's been touchy this entire trip.
Who would have thought a week's worth of screwing leggy bimbos actually made him more goddamn sulky?
I thought s*x was meant to put men in a great mood, it must have been awful s*x.
I look him up and down, trying to appraise that possibility.
I'm sure he couldn't do bad s*x, if I'm being honest. He has more stamina than most humans I know and he's an attentive man naturally. I wonder if women can make s*x shitty, even if they're being bedded by a "sexpert". Even though I don't have c**************e of his bed hopping habits, I am pretty sure his confidence is a great hint that he doesn't have complaints in the bedroom.
He's barking orders at his cell and I'm
