The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

Me: None of your business.

Jared: Some might say whether I growl during sex or not is none of yours. Tell me where you are.

Me: Fine, asshole. I’m at The Red Scorpion with Ava and Zoey. They want to know how old you are, by the way. Not me. I don’t care.

Jared: Don’t move.

Jared: And I’m thirty-five.

I look up at my friends, who are watching me expectantly. Tossing my phone to the table, I slump back in my chair.

“He’s thirty-five. And, apparently, on his way here.”