Page 53 of Dirty Dealer
“What’s with you today?” De’Shaun whispers from where we stand back from one of the sets. We spent all morning beautifying the actors for a day of filming, and now it’s a waiting game until they need us next.
“Sorry. I didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Honey . . .” He stares, his brows lifting high. “We’ve been here for four hours and you are just now telling me this! Spill the tea, sis! I want all the dirty details.”
“It’s not that.” At least, not in the way he thinks. I try not to pout.
“Aw, tell De’Shaun your problems.”
“It’s nothing.”If you consider catching your temporary roomie jerking off with your name on his lips nothing.A spike of arousal heats my cheeks with a blush. “I should be focused on other things.”
“Girl, don’t lie to me. I’ll harass you until you dish, so you might as well get it over with.”
“You know how I’m staying with a friend?”
“The rich dude who rescued you off the freeway, then invited you to live in his castle?” He sighs, then rolls his eyes. “Uh, yeah. I remember.”
“Condo. You make it sound like some sort of fairytale.”
“Could be. Especially if he’s packing a golden rod.”
I cough, choking on air at the thought of Jude’s very generous rod. Well, what I saw of it from afar. A shiver works up my spine.
“You little minx!” De’Shaun gasps, drawing the glare of the sound crew. He winds his arm in mine and practically drags me outside. We shuffle past a few cast members and staff until we’re around one side of the building. “The anticipation is killing me! What gives?”
I twist my hands together and exhale a deep breath. “Last night I was having trouble sleeping, so I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Only, I got distracted.”
“Girl. Spit it out. I’m dying.” De’Shaun’s eyes are the widest they’ve ever been. He playfully slaps my shoulder. “Please tell me you fucked him!”
“Let me talk!” I glance around, but no one is close enough or paying attention. I lower my voice anyway. “He was . . .” I form a fist, gesturing my hand up and down.
“Milking a cow?” De’Shaun deadpans.
Laughter bursts from my gut, and I cover my mouth to stop it. De’Shaun presses his lips together, but it’s no use. We give in and giggle uncontrollably like two school girls.
“You caught him stroking the bandit. So? Please tell me you joined in? Offered him a helping hand?”
I sober and shoot him a glare.
“Fine. At least tell me you stayed to watch.”
I bite my lip, because yeah, I did that. Which feels like a huge violation of Jude’s privacy. I just couldn’t get my feet to move. Not with the way he said my name. “He didn’t catch me.”
“But you stayed.” A giant grin paints De’Shaun’s lips. “My dirty little Rae of sunshine.”
“He was saying my name. While—” I repeat my half-ass version of the obscene motion. My next words escape in a rushed exhale. “And I liked it. But we have clear boundaries. Or so I thought. Now I can’t look him in the eye and it’s Friday and I was planning to stay at his place all weekend. I don’t know what to do.”
“Wow. Okay. That’s a lot to process.” De’Shaun blinks and assesses me—probably reconsidering his decision to befriend me. “First and most importantly, you want to bang him.”
“What? No.” But that’s not true. I do want Jude. If I’m being honest, I’ve been wanting him all week. Each night we’ve spent together, he’s given me glimpses of a persona he doesn’t show most people, and one I’ve come to admire. The mask of pure desire, devotion, and lust I witnessed last night, well, it seals the deal. I inhale a ragged breath, and exhale honesty. “Yeah, I do.” I want Jude Lawrence. Consequences be damned.
De’Shaun claps and bounces on his toes. “Oh baby, I’m so excited for you. It’s finally happening!”
“I’ve had sex before. I’m not a virgin.”
He raises his brows and gives me aGirl-please-don’t-even-try-to-tell-me-otherwiselook. “You told me it’s been six months. You’re basically born again. How are things downstairs? Do I need to bribe someone to wax your lady garden?”
“No.” I shake my head and groan at the idea. “We are not involving the set staff. I keep things trimmed and manicured.”
