"If you're going upstairs, be a dear and help Emily get to her room? She's wasted."
I shrugged. "Sure." I didnt really give it a second thought. Well, maybe I did, but that's just the way my brain works. I'm not going to lie. Emily is the one every straight guy thinks filthy thoughts about. Blonde. Curvy. A mix of girl next door and pornstar. Too much makeup and just enough skin. So obviously I had thoughts. How could I not?