K.
K grabbed his laptop and set it aside on top of the bedside table, and was already climbing slowly on top of Jesse like a sexy leopard.
"This one, dummy," she whispered against his lips, lightly tapping her index finger on the frame of his clubmaster eyeglasses.
"Ah, they're just computer glasses, baby," he stated matter-of-factly. "I'm getting headaches from eyestrain, so I had to get one."
"You don't say," she purred, and was already sitting on top of his thighs.
"What's up with you?" Jesse bit his lip, looking up at K through his glasses, making her go insanely horny.