“Because they like to fuck with you.” I smiled sweetly. “What did they talk about today?”
His face darkened. “When I slept with my student.”
My curiosity piqued. I’ve never actually asked about it—why he did it. No matter how much I wanted to, it never seemed like the right time. Besides, it was not dinner conversation, was it?
“And?” I asked, trying not to show my interest.
I failed, because he smirked and joined me at the table. “Brenda, if you want to know, just ask me. It’s fresh in my mind, funnily enough.”
“Uhh. Okay. Why did you do it?” I looked at him now.
“Honestly, it was a mistake. I’d met her sister a couple of times, and there was only a couple of years between them. They looked very alike. I arranged to meet her sister for a few drinks one night, but i
