Chapter 100

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 would actually make him more goddamn sulky?

I thought sex was meant to put men in a great mood. It must have been awful sex.

I look him up and down, trying to appraise that possibility.

I wonder if women can make sex shitty even if a ‘sexpert is bedding them.’ if I’m being honest, I’m sure he couldn’t do lousy sex. He has more stamina than most humans I know, and he’s a naturally attentive man. Even though I don’t have carnal knowledge of his bed-hopping habits, I am sure his confidence is an excellent hint that he doesn’t have complaints in the bedroom.

He’s barking orders at his cell, and I’m glad it’s not me on the receiving end. A bear with a sore head certainly describes his mood these past forty-eight hours. The lawyers in the next room are moaning and whining over