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“Cool. Thanks.” He climbed out of bed, his half-mast cock swinging between his thighs. Austen set her eyes on it and licked her chops.
“Ugh,” she muttered, and crawled to the edge of the bed on all fours. “Wait. Don’t go just yet. Come back here.”
“Ha! No, you’ve got work to do, remember?”
“Daaaaaaane!”
Chapter 39
Austen
While Dane was in the shower, Austen continued working on her article about therealDane DeHardt. She was interrupted when her phone rang.
It was Thayer.
She rubbed her hands together excitedly; she’d been waiting for this moment. Before she answered, she quickly set her laptop to record.
She put the phone on speaker and answered. “Hello?”
“Do you haveany ideawhat you’ve done?!” his voice screeched.
“What are you talking about, Thayer?” she asked, feigning an airheaded tone. Her goal for this conversation was to get her former boss to spell everything out. Every last detail.
“Don’t play dumb with me, for fuck’s sake! Baumbach had a deal in place to trade DeHardt, and now it’s fallen through—all thanks to your idiotic tweets last night!”
“Gosh, that’s a shame,” she said with a snap of her finger. “But the trade never would’ve gone through if the team doctors couldn’t clear him to play, which they wouldn’t have, thanks to his injury. So, technically, my tweet didn’t stop the trade from happening—the broken hand did.”
“And you expect me to believe this was a coincidence?” he asked, raging. “Be honest, you talked him into breaking his hand to get out of this, didn’t you?”
“I’m not some plotting schemer like you are, Thayer,” she said. “And even if I was, do you really think Dane would’ve willingly broken his hand? No way.” She paused. “Although, full disclosure, Iwasthe person who slammed the door on his hand. That was an accident, though—I swear.”
He groaned. “You think you’re funny? You think you’re smart, that you’ve found a loophole to escape the consequences? You haven’t!”
“What consequences?” she asked, hoping he’d fall for the trap.
“Idiot,” he snarled. “You idiot bitch. Iwarnedyou, if you got in the way of this trade, I would leak your photos across social media. Congratulations, you’ve ruined yourself.”
“You mean the PI’s photos of me and Dane, right? Kissing in his pool?”
“Yes, of course I’m talking about those photos!” he shrieked, losing his patience. “Not just kissing, but your mouth slobbering all over his disgusting, monstrous pecker!”
“Monstrous.” Austen chuckled. After all the shit Thayer put her through, she couldn’t resist having a little fun at his expense. “Itisbig, isn’t it? Remember when you said his penis was as big as your pinky finger? I think you misjudged him a wee bit.”
“Oh,ha ha,” he laughed sarcastically. “Yes, yes. I’m sure the rest of the world will be very amused to see exactly how much cock you can stuff down your throat.”
“So you’re really going to release those photos now, huh?” she asked.
“Don’t blame me. You didn’t leave me with a choice.”
“Well, youdohave a choice,actually,” she told him. “And I’d suggest you choose not to release those photos.”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because I’ve been recording this conversation. The only thing I haven’t gotten you to admit on tape yet is your offer of a job with the Texans in return for sex.”
A long, quiet pause followed that bit of information. For a moment, she wondered if he’d gotten spooked and hung up. But Thayer began to speak again, his voice suddenly calm and stately.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Austen, but you can’t record a phone call without first informing the other party. It’s a violation of privacy.”
