Eric's face burned, shifting from pale shock to red-hot embarrassment. He stared at Glasses, pleading now. "Dude, I'm just a regular guy. I like women—only women. Please, go bother someone else!"
"No chance," Glasses fired back, bolder than ever. Maybe Eric's last bailout had fueled this guy's nerve. "Women? They're a headache complicated, needy, and half the time they don't even notice you. You like me, though, and I'm all in for you."
Eric's stomach churned. The guy winked, puckering his lips like some lovesick cartoon, and Eric fought the urge to gag. Someone had to stop this lunatic—he was seconds from losing his mind.
Just then, the detention center's iron door groaned open, cutting through the tension. A young officer stepped in, his voice clipped and official. "Eric Vaughn, let's go."
Eric's head snapped up, relief flooding him like cool water on a burn. Handcuffed or not, he didn't care—this was his ticket out.
