He didn’t even look up.

“Stop,” I said.

Chloe stopped.

“How convenient,” I said, and I was surprised by my own voice, because it came out very quiet.

“A twenty-four-year-old on her knees, so that a thirty-six-year-old man with a mortgage and two children doesn’t have to open his mouth.”

Luca said, “Jessi—”

“No.

You’ve had all night.” I turned back to Chloe.