On a second listen, she felt a faint rush of memory hit her. The voice oddly sounded familiar and though it took a turn from her, she immediately recognized it whose it was with just a glimpse of his face.
“Nathan? What are you doing here?”
“Of course it was you,” the dude standing in behind her and Wilson commented then raised his arms to gesture. “ That ass. Of course. I’ll recognize that ass of yours no matter where and how long it had been. It’s so nice and firm I can almost feel my hands-”
“Excuse me?”
“What did you just say?” Wilson immediately stepped forward, anger creeping towards him as he watched Nathan try to further describe Charlotte’s ass. “What the hell d-”
“Who the heck is this?” he asked, interrupting Wilson to check him out. “Ah, is he your new boyfriend, Charlotte?
