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  He’s now leaned back with his ass propped against my car, just chill as fuck looking like we’re not talking about making porn. “Thank you for that. It means a lot. But I’m just not sure I can go through with whatever it is you guys want from me. We’ll just have to see how it goes.”

  “Fair enough.” Fair enough. That’s all he says… he doesn’t try to convince me or buy me or guilt me into anything more than I’m willing to do, so I just leave him behind and get to that shower I’m desperately wanting to escape in. It helps knowing I have all the power in how far all of this goes tonight… or at least that’s what they both keep saying anyway.

  The first thing I do to exert that power is lock the door to his bedroom as soon as I get inside. Let’s see how he handles the boundaries I’m clearly laying out for him because I know with everything inside me he’s just the type of guy to come in while I’m showering to catch me off guard. Well, too bad for him I’ve had plenty of practice when it comes to making sure a man can’t catch me off guard.

  I take my time in the shower. I’ve never had so many options with seven different shower heads giving more choices than I could even imagine, but once I decided to say ‘fuck it, I’m not paying the water bill’ I turn every single one of them on and enjoy the best shower of my life. I figure it’s the least he can do when I’m trying to relax enough to consider what he’s asking.

  It was a tough decision to finally turn off that water and call it quits. I wouldn’t be sad if I had another chance to take a shower here in the future. A girl could get used to this kind of serenity.

  I wrap a towel in my hair and another one around my body. Feeling fully refreshed, I unzip my bag and begin tossing a few outfits onto the bed, trying to decide which is the most appropriate thing to put on that will work both for applying full-body paint on a guy… and taking risqué pictures with a man I didn’t even know yesterday.

  I’m still digging through my bag when my phone dings with a notification. A quick look and I see it’s from the bank saying my account is now in the negative. “Shit.”

  I open up the app to see what came in because I thought I had everything covered. I’m about three clicks in when the copy of a check pops up that was written for two hundred dollars. I didn’t write that check, but it’s blatantly obvious who did since it’s written out to my mother.

  Just knowing she somehow has a checkbook of mine infuriates me, but I don’t dare call her to tell her off because I’d just somehow give her information about where I am and that’s the last thing I need. I’ll just have to cancel the account and report the checks as stolen. The bank can deal with getting to the bottom of it and go after her if they decide to.

  I open my cash app to make sure nothing has happened to the money Ruin sent me this morning, relieved when I see it’s still there. Since we kind of skipped over that part at the tattoo shop I’ll need to bring it up to him. I know it was stupid to make that appointment when I’m otherwise broke, but I was really hoping it would pay off and I’d meet my dad.

  It’s hard not to feel defeated when every time I turn around my own mother is wreaking havoc on my life. I’m just glad I’ve got one foot in the door of making some money here or I’m not sure how this would all play out.

  I guess I’ve just been elevated to desperate since my account is overdrawn. Isn’t it just perfect timing. I start digging deeper in the bag, hoping for some sign of how this night should go all the while trying to get my mind off my mother’s antics.

  Finally, at the bottom of the bag I find the perfect attire for what I’m about to get myself into. I shimmy on the tight dress and slide on the lacy panties, keeping it simple knowing whatever I choose probably won’t be on long anyway.

  I choose not to worry about shoes for now and quietly open the door while I still have enough courage and determination to see if I can make enough money tonight to at least get an apartment or a hotel room for a few nights.

  My bare feet allow me to walk quietly through the house, inadvertently leaving me standing where I can hear Ruin and Sterling talking. I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I hear my name I freeze to listen closer.

  “Tyra is artistic, and I know she’ll be perfect to get a unique look to our videos.” It sounds like Ruin is trying to convince his friend that I should be here.

  “Are you talking about her doing makeup for everyone or as one of the main props?” Good question.

  “I seriously doubt she’ll go through with anything that isn’t in the background. I’d shit myself in excitement if she did, but you know man… I can pretty much read a girl the second my eyes land on her. She’s not bold enough to go on camera. She doesn’t have that confidence it requires.” I hate that he thinks he has me pegged. I have confidence… I just sometimes have to dig deep to remind myself that I have it. Not to mention there’s that desperation he’s not aware exists.

  “Yeah, I was wondering what made you push on her so hard. She’s not your usual type.” I can almost picture Sterling sitting back in his chair, chill as hell just like he was at the shop while sending a sting straight to my chest with that whole not your usual type comment. I’m not even going to stew over why that bothered me.

  “She’s hot as hell, that’s why. And the best fuckin part… she has no fucking idea. That humble shit has my dick hard as steel.” Ruin must be walking around the room because his voice is shifting in volume as he talks. I want to barge in with a coolness and prove him wrong so bad, but I lean back against the wall and see what else they have to say about me.

  “What happens when she gets you all covered, ready to film and then walks out leaving you holding your dick?” I can hear Sterling’s laughter around his words.

  “Then I’ll do what I always do, Brother. I’ll find someone who will handle business.” I wish I could be as cocky as this fucker. I mean, really. There he goes again with that shit.

  “Where did she come from anyway? You know between the both of us, there’s not a girl in the county that we don’t know.” Why do I believe what Sterling is saying? Probably because they’re both obviously fuck boys who have the looks to tear apart every girl in their paths.

  “I honestly don’t really know. She was pretty vague, but I can tell she’s got some shit going on that’s brought her here. Not sure if she’s running from something or toward it.” God. I hate how easy Ruin can read into everything about me without even really trying. I wish I was half as good as he is at it.

  “Don’t you think we should do some fucking research before we permanently make her a part of our gig?” They can dig all they want… they’ll have a hard time following the trail. We never stayed in one place very long.

  “Yeah. I’ll work on that.”

  “I’m gonna run back to my house to grab a few things before we get started. I’m sure she’ll take a little bit to get your ugly mug covered.” I clear my throat, interrupting Sterling as I begin to walk the last few steps in the hall; now is just as good a time as any to make sure they hear me coming.

  I don’t say a word when I round the corner. I just stand there and allow Ruin’s eyes to rake over my skin in silence. I’m not sure if Spade is doing the same or not… my internal awareness seems to be focused completely around Ruin.

  “I like the look. Are you ready to get started?” His compliment sweeps over my skin, leaving chills in its wake.

  “Ready as ever.” He smirks at my easy response. I’m not sure if it’s because of the challenge of getting me into bed he’s looking forward to or he’s just a smirky kind of guy, but this fucker’s facial expressions get to me in a way no other has. It both pisses me off and intrigues me at the same time.

  “I’m gonna take a shower and then I’ll be ready. You can make yourself at home. Spade will be back shortly.” They both move past me, leaving me in the kitchen alone.

  I do exactly what he said to do. I make myself at home, finding the cabinet with a bowl and pouring myself some of the cereal he had left out on the counter. I�
�m not disappointed to see two gallons of milk when I open the fridge. I fill the bowl to the rim and walk slowly to the bar to get comfortable. The first bite goes down and the wave of satisfaction goes through me. I eat the entire bowl and then pour myself another half bowl. Surely, he won’t mind.

  This is the first time I’ve eaten today. I was too busy trying to find a job and then hoping to find my father. Even though both of those ended a different way than I had hoped, at least I’m not going to be alone all night fighting off the demons.

  I walk my second bowl of cereal over to the sliding glass door and look through it, not sure what I was expecting but it wasn’t the peaceful scene before my eyes. It’s not dark out yet, but the sun is below the tree line, so it’s still light enough outside for me to see everything.

  The fresh air brushes over my face and I can’t help but close my eyes and enjoy the peace. I’m not used to the calm and feeling of safety with such a simple act. Not feeling like I have to watch over my shoulder is something new to me.

  The deck is huge, even with a big hot tub taking up a ton of space. I sit on his outdoor couch, fluffing the blue pillow behind me before I prop my feet up on the table right in front of me.

  “I started this day off sleeping in my car and now here I am in a nice house with a hot guy wanting to have sex with me.” I leave out the ‘for money’ part just to feel better about myself. “I could be doing worse.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ruin

  To say I rushed my shower is an understatement. I’m looking forward to the reaction I’m bound to get out of this girl and a huge part of me hopes she can find the courage to do the video with me tonight. Of course, I’ll know if she’s not truly in for it by how she responds to me beforehand.

  Either way she’ll be the one I’m fucking tonight… either in my mind or for real. I didn’t just spend almost an entire afternoon with my hands on her in the name of the shop. Her call-in appointment was for a quick tattoo, not one that was supposed to take hours and hours to complete. I just did that so I could keep her close.

  I rub a towel through my hair and wrap it around my waist before walking through my room. Her stuff is still strung out on my bed and for whatever reason that doesn’t bother me. I open the door to the back yard, like I always do when I’m getting ready, and step out on the deck to take in a little nature. I’m surprised when I see the newest addition to the scenery.

  She’s kicked back, enjoying a bowl of cereal and it’s sexy as fuck to me how comfortable she looks here.

  I love how real she seems to be with me, but I can tell there’s so much more to her. She’s not on a mission to get in my bed, in fact, it appears to be the opposite. She obviously has her own agenda for being here though, but it’s a nice change that she’s not like all the rest of the girls… at least she hasn’t shown that side of herself yet.

  All the other girls know who I am, and they seem to never let their guard down. I never see the reality of their intentions because it’s hidden behind all the fake they put on for show. It’s always who can get me to fuck them and I’m almost positive this girl hasn’t thought that yet. If I hadn’t been aggressively pursuing her this morning, there wouldn’t have been any chasing done by her.

  “Enjoying that cereal?”

  She looks down at her bowl, nodding before she responds. “Yeah. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Nah.” I move to sit next to her on the couch but don’t make it all the way before she’s moving.

  “You’re still in your towel.” She sits up quickly, her mood shifted instantly, and I regret approaching her because the relaxed Tyra just disappeared in a flash.

  “Where do you want me?” I jump straight to business, knowing the distraction will put her at ease just like it did this morning… plus she has to be close to me if she’s going to be painting my face.

  “Your bathroom has the best lighting.” She disappears through the sliding glass door that leads into the kitchen and I go back through the doors to my bedroom, but it doesn’t take her long to meet me in there. “Have a seat on the toilet. I’ll get my stuff ready.”

  I hit the buttons on my stereo and the music echoes throughout my entire house. That’s the bonus of having a friend that’s techy as fuck. I have to turn it down some because apparently, I was blaring it the last time I had it on.

  “Do you want me to leave the towel on for now?” I watch as she stiffens again with my question, causing me to chuckle.

  “Yeah, it’s going to take a while to do your upper body and face.” I’m sitting on the toilet seat, watching her move around my bed, gathering the last of the bottles she’s been digging through. She moves into the bathroom and I can’t help but enjoy the tease of her tits under that dress with every step she takes. I can see exactly where her perky nipples are rubbing against the material because she has chosen to forego her bra.

  “I’ll start with your back, so if you don’t mind spinning around so that your back is on this side, that’ll be great.” I do as she asks. Her inhale sends a shiver right through me. “Oh. This is a huge tattoo. Will your back be on camera?” I wonder if she realizes she’s tracing my ink with her fingertips?

  “My entire body will be.” She exhales. Since when do I fucking notice every breath a chick takes?

  “Okay. This will definitely be easier once the air brush comes in, but for today I’ll have to put a few layers on to get the right coverage and color.”

  “Do your thing. I trust you.” And I do because honestly, it won’t be the end of the world if I don’t get to make a video tonight. If this turns into something else, then so be it. I can easily chalk this up to a ‘dress rehearsal’.

  “You know you didn’t have me pay for my tattoo yet.” I’m watching her every move through the mirror. It’s as if she’s refusing to look back at me.

  “If you can’t tell, I’m not worried about your money.”

  “I’m worried about it. I don’t want to owe anyone.” She looks me straight in the eyes, this time to drive home just how serious she is. I’m not about to tell her that I’d charge so much more than three hundred dollars to anyone else that walked into the shop for that tattoo. It was my decision to give her more for her money.

  “I’ll take it out of your next check if that’ll make you feel better.” Her simple smile is all I need to see to know she plans on working for me, even if it’s only doing the body paint for all of us.

  She squirts something in her palm and then begins to spread it over my back. Her touch is soft and gentle, and I can’t help but imagine her giving me a massage one day. Maybe she’ll be straddling me while we’re both naked, massaging my back or maybe she’ll ride my face and put her hands all over me. The ideas for videos are running rampant through my mind now that she’s got her hands on me.

  “So, do you think you’ll be in for shooting a video tonight?” I’ve just decided that if she says no, I’m going to switch my focus from trying to get some new material to just hanging out with her tonight.

  “I’m highly considering it.” The excitement of all the possibilities sends a prickle over my back… or maybe it’s her rub down that’s got me all worked up. Either way, things are looking up and I’m not one to hide my enthusiasm. I’m just not sure she’s ready for all of that.

  “What will it take to convince you?” Tiptoeing is the path I decide to take. I think I’ll get further by controlling my eagerness than I would showing her how ready I am right fucking now, and I know that would overwhelm the fuck out of her if she’s not solid on her decision.

  “I’m just not sure about the whole video thing. What if I don’t like how it turns out?” She moves to get another bottle of stuff, this time putting it on with a makeup brush.

  “Then I won’t post it. You’ll have final say in what’s released.”

  “How do I know you won’t post it anyway?”

  “You’ll have to trust me… or we can write up a contract if that’ll make you feel better.”<
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  “And you’re giving me ten thousand dollars as a bonus if I decide to do this?”

  “Yes, once you’ve agreed to let our video edit be released, then I will give you the bonus. The royalties will come as they’re earned.” I can tell she’s seriously thinking about it.

  “What makes you so sure you want me doing this with you? What if we’re awkward together and it makes for a terrible video that no one will want to see?” I slide my ass around on the toilet, turning myself so that I’m now facing her. Her height is almost even with mine while I’m still sitting in a towel.

  In an effort to remind her exactly how much chemistry we have, I slide my hand up her bare leg until I’m all the way up under her dress. I palm her ass with a squeeze before I slide my fingers back down and shift again so that I can use both hands this time.

  In one swift motion, I stand and pick her up at the same time. My hands sweep under her dress once again and easily lift her so that she’s straddling my waist. Her hands fall naturally around my neck, even though she squealed in shock with my move.

  “Does this feel awkward?”

  She clears her throat before she answers. “No.” I thought her voice was sexy before, but it’s not even close to how hot her whisper is.

  “Do I turn you on?” I pin her against the wall and move my hands up her body. Her legs tighten around my waist slightly, telling me she’s not trying to get away from what’s happening.

  “Yes.” I lean forward and kiss her. She pulls me even closer into the kiss and strengthens our connection by fighting me for the control. Our tongues clash and dance until she scrapes her fingernails over my shoulders, causing me to pull away to look her in the eyes. I fucking love it rough and this girl just gave me the first sign of the pleasure to come.