“I'm not sure that's a good idea,” I said to her. My loyalty to Jim almost stopped me there, but of course, I continued. “I would love to though...”
I looked at her longingly as she sat next to me on the couch. She looked f*****g amazing. Her long blond hair hung down past her shoulders and rested on her breasts.
She had removed the hoodie she had been wearing at the bar and was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt that wasn't making this decision-making process easy on me. She interrupted my thoughts in a sassy tone.
“Don't feel guilty.” She put her drink down and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Let's just say that I have a few 'get out of jail free' cards saved up with Jim, and you would be...helping me out.” She paused to look me in the eyes before continuing, “Don't pretend you don't know
