Dexter

“I’m sorry, Jenny—what did you just say?” I asked, barely forming a coherent sentence.

“We didn’t have sex. I was embarrassed that you weren’t all that into it, but I knew that there was a smartphone in the room, recording me,” she added, blushing.

I swallowed hard, wondering if this shit was happening for real, that I was being saved by some supernatural force. Someone upstairs must really fucking like me. Victoria paled and I was looking straight at Jenny, wanting and praying that her tale was real and I hadn’t gone ahead with fucking her.

“Tell us what happened exactly,” I said gently.

“You were dozing off, and...