“The guy from the bank,” I confess a little sheepishly, like she’s my mom and I’m going to get in trouble.

“I thought we talked about that. Player. You can’t handle someone like him.”

“But,” I try to protest, but she cuts me off.

“He’s probably got his dick deep in some other snatch, and he’ll come a-calling when he’s done with her and ready for the next.”

I cringe at her words. Dick deep. Jesus. Even worse, ...