"Maybe I'd better do this alone."
Dillon paused, his key poised in the Lumina's ignition. "No way, Jamie. Ash more or less tried to ram his c**k down your throat the last time. What's he gonna do for an encore, strip you down and rape you?"
"Yeah, well, he was drunk last time, too."
"Who's to say he won't be drinking this time?"
Dillon had a point, but Jamie wasn't about to tell him so. Besides, he had to make sure of one thing before giving in. "You're not gonna jump on the guy and start pounding him the minute we walk in are you?"
Dillon gave Jamie his most angelic smile and said, "Me? Never." When Jamie made the "Yeah, right" face, Dillon said, "I promise, Jamie, I'll be the soul of understanding and compassion."
He sounded so sincere, but Jamie wasn't buying a single word of it.
