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And that’s particularly true of Jessica

The way she stares, the way she accidentally brushes her tits againstlate, says she’s willing to let me bend her any which way I want And Jessica’s not your average-looking ine holding onto doggie style She’s hot

She’s also twenty-four

I don’t knohen twenty-four beca--I just know it is

"Thank you, Jessica"

I walk up the stairs to the top floor Dark-wood floors, original crown ive the area a professional, historical elegance Two desks--one occupied by our secretary, Mrs Higgens, and one for our paralegal--are stationed along opposite walls, with two long, brown leather sofas facing each other on the reens and head into my office to work the rest of the afternoon

• • •

At four o’clock I stick my head outside horn He’s a typical millennial slacker--brown messy hair, beat-up skinny jeans, a retro Nirvana T-shirt over a lanky for over the latest iPhone

Before I can greet him, sixteen-year-old Riley McQuaid walks down the hallway She’s been working here a couple of hours a week this summer Riley is the oldest of the six McQuaid kids

Jake’s McQuaid kids

If you don’t understand the significance of that, you will in a second Because what happens next feels just like watching a car crash in slowdance of pubescent ostriches There’s so over each other, head to -Converse-sneaker-covered toes

Justin lifts his chin "Hey"

Riley pushes her curly brown hair behind her ear "Hey"

No good can come of this And I’m not the only one who thinks so

"Heeey," Jake says--in a lol froe with crossed aruy, one of my closest friends He can also be a scary overprotectiveer men to tears

But Justin doesn’t see it--because he’s too busy checking Riley out

"I have so for you to do, Riley" Jake jerks his thu" But she doesn’t--at least not right away Not until after she bites her lip Justin’s way and utters the classic, "Later"

Justin nods "Definitely"

Huh Never would’ve pegged Justin as the suicidal type But I guess you just never know

After Riley slips past Jake into his office, he continues to hold Justin in the grip of his icy glare And the kid has shit self-preservation instinct, because he nods his chin with a clueless, "S’up man"