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  “Business over drinks.” I flip the open sign on the door to closed and lock the deadbolt.

  “Where are you planning on having these drinks? I’m not exactly twenty-one, so it’ll have to be somewhere that won’t ask for my ID.” That works in my benefit more than she knows.

  “My place.”

  “Hah. Nice try. How about we just do the talking here without the drinks involved. You know, keep from mixing business with any type of pleasure.” She walks toward the front counter as if I’ll just let her leave without pulling out all the charm that she could never deny.

  She watches me as she walks, teasing me with that challenging look on her face and fuck… the simple sway of her hips pulls my attention just briefly from the perfectly rounded flesh that’s barely exposed over the tank top because her straps are still hanging off the one shoulder.

  “What’s the fun in that? If business is done right, it should be all pleasure.” I’m not lying... and if this project of mine turns out to be even half as fun as I expect it to be it’ll be all pleasure for not only myself, but anyone on the receiving end of my work.

  “True. I guess I’m not at that point in my life just yet.” She leans against the front counter and looks at us both to move along the conversation. Almost as if she’s on the verge of being annoyed at my deliberate delay of business talk.

  The dead silence in the shop should be awkward to us all but for me it’s a window into the truth. Having the patience to watch a person as they squirm is very informative if you know what to look for. I pull out my vape and kick back in a chair to watch the show.

  She’s nervous. Jittery. Like she has something to hide or somewhere to be in a hurry. Maybe she just wants to get the fuck away from me. Maybe she wants to say something that she hasn’t pulled out the courage to say yet. Whatever it is… she’s uncomfortable in here and that annoys me.

  “Want a beer or are you a whiskey girl?” I move to the fridge and pull out two beers and then turn to face her, checking for a response.

  “I’ll take a beer.” I pop the tops off each bottle and then kick a stool on wheels in her direction, hoping she’ll take me up on the offer to sit and chill for a minute. I still haven’t wrapped her new ink and that’s a huge asshole move on my part because this view is much better than the t-shirt she walked in with would’ve been.

  She tips her beer back and takes it all down gulp after gulp… after fucking gulp. My eyes are glued to her stretched neck and her goddamn lips wrapping the bottle while I’m wishing it was my cock she was taking instead. She allows a little to drip down the side of her mouth, the liquid trailing fast onto to her chest and then disappearing between her tits. Fuck me, this girl is fire.

  Spade clears his throat and after a quick glance toward him I can see that she’s affected him just the same. He’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, probably catching the fucking drool he let slip.

  I stand to hand her my beer, hoping like fuck she graces us with the same display of fuck me right here, but she sits back and sets the beer on the table beside her before looking at me. “Alright. We can talk business now. I’ve had my drink.” Oh, it’s gonna be like that. Challenge fucking accepted, Baby Girl.

  “We need to disguise our faces and cover-up any blatantly identifiable tattoos, so we can fuck on camera.” Her eyes shoot open and the surprised look on her face was everything I’d imagined it would be. I can’t help but be smug about catching her off guard.

  “Okay.” She swallows hard, doing a great job of quickly composing herself before she responds.

  “Is that a problem for you?” She reaches for her beer before taking another long drink, practically daring me to be distracted once again.

  “No. Why would I have a problem with two dudes fucking each other on camera?” I’m mid-drink when her words hit me straight in the fucking face.

  “What? Fuck no. We don’t fuck each other… we fuck girls. We’ve shared before, but never just the two of us.” I stand in shock, trying like hell to go back to the moment I went wrong in this conversation.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to be defensive. To each their own.” She shrugs, her body language giving off a chill as fuck vibe and confusing the fuck out of me. I don’t know whether to be piqued with curiosity of her openness or to be infuriated with her assumption.

  “I’m not defensive. Just trying to figure out what part of our interaction today makes you think I could possibly be gay.” Spade sits forward with a fucking smile on his face, just waiting for her response.

  “Look. I’m not here to judge. I’m just looking for some work that’ll pay quick. It seems like whatever it is you need from me can be easily done, so let’s just move forward with it.” She stands with her beer in one hand, swiping through her phone with the other. I’m not used to someone giving me such a blasé attitude, especially when it comes to a fuckin’ chick. They’re usually hanging all over me, trying to get on my dick.

  I’d grab any other girl by the fucking throat and squeeze just tight enough to remind her where her attention should lie but I need this girl. She’s going to be vital in keeping us anonymous, and I like her style. With her help we should make some real good money without the unwanted attention that would come if our identities got out.

  “When can you start?” Spade speaks up when my own words fail me.

  “I can start right now.” She turns her attention to Spade, giving me enough space to regroup myself.

  “How about you let your actions match what you’re saying. You want quick money? I need a girl to fuck tonight. On camera. I also need that disguise we’ve been talking about all damn day. Make it good and so will I.” I take her surprised reaction in like fresh air and wait for her to decline my job offer.

  “I’m not fucking you on camera.” On camera.

  “We can keep your face out of it. It’s a win-win situation. You can help me get some fucking great footage for our page and I can easily give you the money you seem to need.” I keep striking at her nerves, hoping to ignite a sassy attitude because fuck me I will die and go to hell if she is feisty enough to handle me.

  “Keep it straight. I don’t need your money. You seem to need me. If you think I’m desperate enough to whore myself out to make a few bucks you’re fucking out of your mind. I came into this town without the help of a man and I’ll leave it just the same.” Yes. She’s so pissed, and my dick is absolutely throbbing just thinking about the many ways I could calm her down if it wasn’t just too soon for all of that.

  I shift in my seat and with my elbows resting on my knees, I lean forward to look directly at her. Knowing my words have her heated and she’s going to get herself worked up beyond return if I let her, I decide to go about this a little different.

  “Let’s go about it like this… this is a great way to get you some quick money and it helps me make huge strides in something I’ve been working on all at the same time. We don’t have to fuck. We can easily get some great material without it… but I’m not going to promise you won’t be begging me for it before I’m done with you.” Okay. Not really a different approach.

  “Jesus. You’re so full of yourself. Does this cocky attitude work on other girls?” Yes. Yes. Yes. Keep that shit coming. I can’t wait to see her melting in my fucking hands.

  “One night with me, plus a contract to do makeup for a minimum of two weeks.” I choose to not respond to her question about my cockiness because she won’t like the answer.

  “How much are we talking?” There it is. She’s interested.

  “I’ll pay you a grand for each video we upload.” She stands, swirling her beer just slightly in her hand while she stares me down. I can tell she’s contemplating my offer very seriously. I really should’ve tried to get to know her motive of being here in this small fucking town a little more, but for now that reason is really irrelevant. This girl is exactly what I need to make shit happen on this project and something tells me with her behind it we will see the pro
fits with the warp speed I need.

  “That’s for the makeup. How much for the other stuff?” The other stuff. She’s goddamn adorable. She can’t even say how much for the fuck… because we both know that’s where this is headed. I do have to give her some credit because her eyes haven’t wavered from looking right at me while she waits for my answer. Sexy confidence on the surface and I would bet a million dollars she’s terrified out of her mind on the inside.

  “I’ll give you royalties for anything you do on camera. Two percent.” Her laughter is loud and almost crazy sounding, pulling a huge smile from my face.

  “Why would I agree to two percent when you seem so desperate to get me?” She took the bait and is showing me more backbone by negotiating. My respect for her is growing by the second. I didn’t even consult with Spade before I threw out a figure. I’m sure I’ll catch hell for what I’m about to do, but shit my gut is telling me to push for this girl so that’s what I’m doing.

  “Don’t mistake for one minute that I can’t go out and find someone who will do this for free. I have pussy knocking on my damn door all hours of the night and day.”

  Without even thinking about it, I’m on my feet, walking towards her. I don’t stop until I’m directly in front of her, having to look down because of the height difference between us. Her full lips catch my attention when I purposely avoid looking into her angry eyes.

  “Then go get them.” The anticipation of the wave of excitement is almost as good as the real thing. I fucking love what she does to me. I love that she has no idea who I am or what I really do because if she really knew I doubt she’d have the courage to talk to me like this. She’d be like all the spineless girls that linger around here every single day. I love that she’s different. I need different.

  I consider everything for about ten seconds until I notice her rounded tits and the fact that I have the perfect view of them towering over her like this. I can’t help that my twitchy finger acts for my own curiosity, hooking the tank top at her cleavage and pulling just a little to give me an even fuller view. She doesn’t stop me. In fact, she leans into my tug, allowing me to pull her flat against my chest.

  “I want you.”

  Chapter Six

  Tyra

  Oh, he’s fucking good. I went from thinking there’s no way I could fall into bed with this guy to internally wishing he would just pick me up and fuck me against the wall right in front of his freaking friend.

  I want you. Three little words, more powerful than I’ve ever heard before.

  “Make it fifty percent then.”

  “I can’t do that. My highest offer is ten percent with a ten thousand dollar up front bonus.” I swallow hard and think about the money. Ten grand is huge for someone like me and would make my life so much easier the second it hits the palm of my hand. “Trust me… if we do this right, that ten percent will make that bonus look like chump change.”

  I want to trust him. The idea of making that kind of money so quick is making my mind spin with all the possibilities. If I can do this, then I could have my entire focus centered on finding my father and forget all the other worries that keep hindering me from doing what I came here to do.

  “I’ll need a place to get ready if we’re gonna do this.” The grin on this motherfucker’s face glows like he just won the big prize at the same time my stomach drops with the weight of what I just agreed to. What in the hell have I just done? “I’m not having sex with you though.” I’m not sure if I said that out loud so that he could hear it or if that was more for me.

  “We’ll go to my place. You can have my room and bathroom to do whatever you need.” He steps back, giving me some space while he starts to close up his shop. The air begins to cool my face now that he’s no longer invading my space. And just like that I’m questioning my own ability to make decisions in the heat of the moment. Although, this is not something that I usually struggle with. I think it’s the damn pressure I feel when this guy is so close.

  “I need to finish wrapping your ink.” I let him do his thing while I continue to criticize my own behavior internally. Before I have enough time to really hate myself, he’s already done, and things start to move really fast.

  “Spade… you’re gonna have to film this one. I’ll meet you at my house.” His friend just nods and agrees with it all like it’s just another day in the business.

  “I’ll just follow you there.” They don’t appear to be surprised by my statement and for that I’m relieved. I may have just agreed to some crazy shit, but there’s no way in hell I’d allow myself to be trapped at any guy’s house without a way to escape fast if things get out of control.

  “Do you still have your makeup kit with you?” Ruin is locking the door, talking business over his shoulder as we all move to the parking lot.

  “Yes.” I leave out the part where I’m living in my car and I have all of my possessions with me at all times. He doesn’t need to know that much about me. He doesn’t need to know why I’m here or that I’d be on the verge of being absolutely desperate for money if he hadn’t given me promise of a job just this morning.

  “Alright, follow me. It’s just down the road a few miles.”

  My ass isn’t even fully in the seat of my car when I exhale, letting out a long-held breath of air. The reality of what I’m about to do is slamming me in the chest and scaring me to the point of wanting to change my mind before we even leave the parking lot.

  The drive is short, so I haven’t had the time to give myself a pep talk, let alone the time I’d need to listen to that talk before we’re pulling into a driveway. He hops out of his truck and struts towards my car, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

  “Fuck. What am I doing?”

  “You ready to make some fuckin’ money?” He’s already talking before he pulls my door open.

  “I think this is a bad idea. I’ll do the makeup, but I’m not cut out for the rest of it. This is just too much.” He takes my hand and helps me out of my car without taking a step back. He’s close again, assaulting my senses in a rush and making my brain chaotic as hell all over again.

  “We will make sure your identity is kept safe. I won’t do anything you don’t ask for or agree to. If you decide you can only handle a few cuddle pics, then that’s all we’ll do. Hell, I can even make this work if we just give each other a massage. Who can’t use a rub down?” His voice calms me. I’m not sure that it should, but it does.

  The sound of another door slamming closed pulls my attention away from Ruin. I don’t even have time to agree to what he just said before he’s leading me by the hand toward his garage then into the house.

  “This is my place. Let me show you where you can get ready.” His house is spotless. I didn’t take him for the perfectionist type, but that’s clearly what he must be to have such an impeccable house.

  “This is the living room… the kitchen.” He gives me a rushed tour of the house while pulling me by the hand, never breaking our touch along the way. “This is my room and through there is the bathroom. I don’t really have much in here for a girl, but you’re welcome to use what you see.” He lets go of my hand once we’re alone in his most personal space and I turn to take in the size of his room.

  The huge mirrors and lighting in the bathroom seem perfect for this guy’s character. I don’t ask about the all-white bedding or the clean and crisp look of the rest of the room being naturally lit with the giant windows all along one wall. I guess I just didn’t peg this guy having anything bright in his house, let alone the entire thing.

  “This’ll work. I’ll get my things out of my car. Can I use your shower?”

  “It’s all yours. Use anything you want. I’ll be downstairs working on some stuff with Spade. Just let us know when you’re ready to start on my face. We’ll have to be creative with the video cuts and hide any of the tattoos that will easily give me away this time.”

  “I might have some ideas we can do until the air brush ki
t gets here.” Me offering that has everything to do with me wanting the prep to take as long as possible.

  He opens up a cabinet door and tosses a couple of towels on the counter before he hits the lights, brightening up the whole room even more but it’s the shower that grabs all of my attention. It’s freaking huge with clear glass doors allowing zero privacy. I can imagine he’ll be popping in on me when I take my shower.

  “I look forward to seeing what you come up with.” He leaves the room and I instantly feel the itch of awkwardness beginning to creep over my body. To avoid it completely taking over, I hurry through the house and busy myself with getting to my kit, so I can get it out of the car and begin the absolute most insane thing I’ve ever done in my life. I internally thank god that I’m not absolutely inexperienced when it comes to sex and everything that leads up to it.

  I’ve had two partners in the past, neither of them worth bragging over, but they were at least an escape from the real shit that was going on at home before I moved out on my own.

  “Don’t fuckin’ think about it… just do it. You can always stop everything with just a single word.” I’m almost to my car outside when I start actually talking to myself out loud.

  “Truth.” I almost scream when the deep voice interrupts my own chatter. He does get an automatic reaction from me when I jump back and grab my chest, terrified for an instant, until I see that it’s Ruin’s friend, Sterling.

  “Holy hell. You scared me.” I try to hide a little of my edginess by turning to open my trunk, blocking my face from yet another sexy guy in my vicinity. I can really only handle one at a time. What am I saying? I can’t even handle one.

  “I’m sorry.” He stands close to my car while I hurry to pack up the things I think I might need. I’m stretched in a long reach, trying to find my sexy panties when he starts talking again. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with tonight. I’ll be recording you both, so if you say the word, it all stops.” I ball up the black lace I’ve been digging for and stand to look at this guy. Just knowing I’ll have two of them in the room with me is enough to make me want to take off out of here without entertaining the idea of anything another second.