if I’d read her wrong—did she actually care about me? Maybe, I decided. Hell, she looked almost vulnerable. I could use this. Until now she’d had the upper hand in this little arrangement.
Time for a change.
“I just got out of a relationship,” I said, the words slow and crisp. “We’ve been having fun and that’s about as far as I want to go with it, at least for now. You want more, try showing me you have more to offer.”
Talia seemed to shrivel in on herself. Water pooled in her eyes, and for a second I thought she might cry. Then she pushed out her chin, setting her jaw and glaring up at me.
“I don’t want you fucking that bitch Tinker Garrett,” she said. “It’s her or me. You think you can handle that?”
Took everything I had not to roll my eyes, but I managed to pull it off.
“Like I give a shit about Tinker,” I said. “I invited her to dinner because I felt sorry for her.”
“You try to screw everyone you feel sorry for?” she asked, her voice hardening.
I shrugged. “We were watching a movie. It got cold so I grabbed some of the blanket and then she went for my cock. I’m only human. But think about it, Talia—Tinker’s at least fifteen years older than you and probably a good twenty pounds heavier. You really think I’d pick her over you?”
Fuck yeah, I would. She had curves and class and she didn’t throw temper tantrums like a fuckin’ two-year-old.
“Thirty pounds,” Talia sneered, and I knew I had her. God, the woman was so damned full of herself. When this shit ended, the boys back home owed me free beer for a year, I decided—I’d earned it. “You should see her sex tape. It’s hilarious—she looks like a fat whale.”
I stilled.
“Sex tape?” I asked, playing dumb. Talia laughed.
“Stupid bitch got caught fucking a stripper at a party,” she said, eyes dancing. “Someone caught a video of it. I couldn’t stop laughing the first time I saw the thing.”
“Is it online?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably. There’s a billion other ones out there, too, so how would you know unless it went viral? Not that it would—she’s nothing special.”
The image of Tinker, naked, riding cock, took over my imagination. Would she be totally bare, tits swinging and ass shaking? Or maybe she’d been wearing a skirt, hiking it up and going to town just like that.
“Let me up and I’ll show you,” Talia said suddenly. “I have it on my phone.”
That startled me right out of the fantasy. “What? Why the hell would you have that?”
“I knew she was watching you,” she told me, obviously pleased with herself. “Fat bitch doesn’t know you’re out of her league. Marsh got a copy and I told him to send it. Thought it might be useful. Like I said—it’s funny. She looks really stupid and then the guy gets really pissed off. She probably had to pay him and he knew he wouldn’t get his money since they got interrupted. Oh, and Maisy Braeburn tried to attack her or something. It’s hysterical.”
I’d bet my Harley nothing Tinker did could look stupid, although I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of actually seeing her with the guy. Imagining her screwing some random stripper was one thing, but a real person? Not so much. On the other hand, it’d be a chance to look at her naked.
“Okay, show me,” I said, rolling off Talia. “Although I still think it’s weird you have it.”
Talia sat up and reached into her jeans, pulling out her phone. She thumbed it on, then flipped through it, laying back against me as she held up the tiny screen.
The video started with a bunch of women dancing around with a couple of male strippers, obviously drunk off their asses. They were all about Tinker’s age. Carrie walked by and looked at the camera, frowning.
“Turn that thing off,” she said. “Nobody wants you taking pictures in here.”
“What’s the matter?” a female voice asked, sounding louder. Had to be the one holding the phone and recording. “Afraid Darren will be pissed?”
Carrie rolled her eyes, then flipped her off casually. Another woman shouted, “I need more tequila!”
The phone swiveled to show a short woman with long, dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a bright red dress so tight it must’ve been shrink-wrapped around her. On her head was a red veil with two little devil horns, and in one hand she held an