I have . I'm in trouble.

As much as I wanted to keep my pride, I had to admit that I was not confident about my chances anymore. This guy was clearly better than me, and if I was going to have a chance to keep my clothes on, I needed to take any handicap he would offer me. I had to consider his deal.

“But before I make my offer, do you admit that you’re fucked?” he continued.

Ugh. He was really going to rub it in, wasn’t he? As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. But I didn’t want to say it out loud. That would make it real.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“I want to hear you say it. Say that you’re fucked and ask me for help,” Josh said.