“I’m not a twink,” I say with a scowl.
“Yes, you are,” all three say at once.
“Bastards.”
Rob gets up from my be
d and drops his arm around my shoulder. His skin is still wet. Slick. It does absolutely nothing for me. Bless his heart for trying, though.
“It’s snowing outside,” I tell Corey, ignoring Rob. “Let me guess. It’s ninety there.”
“Seventy-six, but that doesn’t matter. Rob should leave.”
“I can handle myself,” I reassure him. “He’s not that big.”
“Well, that doesn’t bruise the ego or anything,” Rob mutters, squeezing my shoulder. It’s a wonder that towel is still hanging on. Gravity must not know how to handle ludicrous attempted seduction.
“This is like watching one of those pay-porn sites,” Sandy says. “Like I could type in what I want you to do and then you’d do it.”
“You can make money off that?” Rob asks, suddenly interested.
“Tens and tens of dollars,” Sandy says. “And all the notoriety you could handle.”
“Or,” Corey says, “you could leave, because you know about that one thing—”
“Whaddya say, Ty?” Rob asks me, near my ear. “Wanna put on a show for them?”
“Your breath still smells like semen,” I tell him. “That can’t be healthy. Brushing your teeth after swallowing is just good hygiene.”
The computer chimes again. I wasn’t expecting anyone else. Weird. I click on the flashing box. Anna and Creed pop up on the screen next to Corey and Sandy.
“Well,” Anna says, cocking her head, “this isn’t what I expected.”
“My eyes!” Creed screams. “They’re filled with naked college boy flesh and I wasn’t prepared! How they burn!” He covers his face with his hands and rocks back and forth.
“I’m doing pay-porn,” Rob tells them. “Type in what you want and I’ll do it.”
Creed starts banging on the keyboard. “I want you to go away!”
“Interesting,” Rob says, “it came through as you want me to drop my towel.”
“No!” everyone shouts.
“Creed,” I say in greeting, “Anna. What’s up?”
“Just calling to say hi,” Anna says.
“Uh, okay. Hi.”
“Link us up with them,” Corey tells me, and now I know something’s up. I connect the calls so everyone can see everyone else.
“What did you do?” I ask Corey.
“I didn’t do anything,” he says. The big fat liar.
I glare at each of them in turn.
“Is he wearing pants yet?” Creed asks, peeking through his fingers.