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grin.
    “Thanks for looking out for me, Austin,” I said quietly. “And thank you for helping me find my research subjects.”
    He smiled affectionately, a touch of wickedness in his eyes. “Gotta get my girl laid, know what I’m saying?”
    I blushed from the top of my head all the way down to the tips of my toes—and back up again—as I burst out laughing.
    “What’s so funny?” Scott asked as he plopped down in the seat beside me.
    I was laughing too hard to reply, but Austin said, “Nothing,” that wicked grin still on his handsome face.
    We’d just barely calmed down when Shannon joined us. “What’s the latest with your research?” she asked, clearly more interested in my love life than her own project.
    The more I thought about it, the more I realized how unique my topic truly was.
    “Met a DILF at the store last night. He invited me over for dinner. He’s taking his daughter to his sister’s house and cooking for me.”
    “Is his home base safe?” Scott asked.
    I shrugged. “He was really sweet with his little girl. He seemed trustworthy.”
    “Where’s the mother?” Shannon was thoroughly engrossed in my updates.
    “She ran off with her boss.”
    “Ouch,” she said. “How did you meet him?”
    “Our hands touched over the cucumbers.”
    “Sweet and a little weird all at once.” She pulled out her notebook.
    “Speaking of sweet and weird, guess what his daughter’s name is?”
    Six eyes turned toward me.
    “Piper,” I announced.
    All three of my friends groaned at me.
    “What? It’s cute.”
    Shannon was the only one with the nerve to say what all four of us were thinking. “It’s cute that when he’s banging you, he’ll be yelling out his daughter’s name?”
    “Oh. My. God! Shannon!”
    “We were all thinking it. You did call him a DILF, for Christ’s sake. That means you wanna bang him. So…you’ll probably bang him, and then he’ll be yelling your name…”
    Scott shifted uncomfortably, as did I, but Austin just grinned again.
    I just stared at a fixed spot on the table, not willing to make eye contact with anyone while they all imagined me banging the DILF.
    And then a sudden thought hit me. “Oh God. No. No! Nononono.”
    “What?” Shannon asked, alarmed.
    I crossed my arms on the table in front of me and lay my head into the nook.
    “What?” she asked, louder this time.
    “Dr. Prestbury,” I mumbled from the embarrassing shield of my arm nook.
    “What about him?” Austin asked.
    “I’m going to have to tell him what a DILF is. He’s going to know I have sex.”
    I heard eruptions of laughter that were much louder than necessary.
    Dr. Prestbury was like my dad’s age, only older and scarier.
    And we were going to eventually have to discuss my sex life in those meetings.
    Scott saved the day with a subject change. He had some questions about his own project, so we moved away from me for a while. But I couldn’t help the dread forming in the pit of my stomach.
    I really hadn’t thought this project through.
     

8
     
    I pulled into DILF’s driveway. I mean JASON’s driveway.
    I double checked the address, and I definitely had the right place. Jason’s house looked nice from the outside. Not a single weed tarnished the beautifully landscaped yard, and the bushes and trees were trimmed to perfection. His house was a single-story sprawling affair—not a mansion, but definitely bigger than the two-thousand square foot home I’d grown up in back in Las Vegas.
    I grabbed my phone to put it on vibrate when I saw a new text from Scott.
    Have fun tonight, but be careful. You don’t know this guy. You need anything, call me. P.S. If you were a fruit, you’d be a FINEapple.
    I smiled at my phone as I shut off the volume. It was actually pretty sweet of Scott to look out for me.
    Thanks. I’ll be okay. :) P.S. You are hotter than the bottom of my laptop.
    I tossed my phone into my purse and walked up the perfectly swept driveway to the front door. I took