“Hopefully, it happens before I leave.” Helen replied. “Because you’re right, that does sound like a blast.”“Well,” I said. “A blast I... how it happened.” I pretended to snuggle an invisible poodle. “Yes, it will, Precious, it will get da hose.”They got a laugh at that. We turned back to the news, which had apparently chosen “Con-Hel” for Helen’s annoying media nickname. Footage showed Con-Hel giving the press their makeovers, that “plucking the olive out of her tits” video was replayed for what. It occurred to him that here was a woman who had probably sucked off a few, maybe more than a few, near strangers, some of them no doubt a bit unsavory, for the chance to satisfy her unquenchable desire to have promiscuous sex with dogs. It was only natural that even with her father’s unflagging support and protection, she would find the need to defend herself emotionally by keeping a little distance in such situations.But as they opened the second bottle of wine, the tenor of Keryl’s voice. . She kissed me, ok? She kissed me, but I stopped it.” Eventually. “And I explained that nothing was going to happen between us. I’m fucking pissed at you, but I’m not a moron. And I’m not unfaithful, you know. How can you even—”“I spoke to Clara.”Jack took a step closer until his knees almost touched her desk. “You fucking what?”Daniel took a step forward as well, and Jack slowly turned his head to glare at the man. But before they could say anything, the Prince held up a hand.“Daniel, please. People gossip and shit, and girls get expectations once you've done anything with them." Expectations?" Jordyn asked, honestly puzzled. "Like what?" Like ... well ... it's sort of like if they kiss you, you owe them something now. Now you gotta ask them out and everything, or else they call you a player and a jerk and everything, just using girls. It's not really worth the trouble." Seriously? I would consider myself lucky to even talk to a guy like..." she paused, suddenly realizing she was.