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“That will never change. And talking about changes…who’s the bloke?” Lori suddenly turns his laser-keen attention to me.
“What bloke…guy?” An image of a tall, thick, fresh glass of delicious cocoa pops in front of my eyes. Power-lifter thighs, massive biceps, sculpted shoulders. Three days have passed since I’ve seen him, and still, I can’t get a single little detail about him out of my mind.
“There’s always a guy with Rami,” Michael interjects.
I roll my broad shoulders back. “Are you implying that I’m a slut?” I love sex, and I’m single. And fucking is the nonviolent way to turn on all my senses. Sue me for enjoying myself.
“Bones is not implying anything. He's saying it right to your face,” Lori unhelpfully says.
“You’re slutty and flirty and know how to have fun.” Michael shrugs unapologetically.
Yeah, I am kind of slutty.
“Is the bloke a secret? A perverted one? Devious?” With every word Lori leans more toward me—too close for comfort.
“If you want to talk about it, it will stay among us,” Sari assures me.
“Yeah, what happens here stays on YouTube.” Lori giggles at his lame joke.
“What the fuck? I don’t have a red room.” I’m not Uri. “I met him through…work.”
“The bloody kind or keyboard kind?” Michael asks, and Lori replies, “He meant Tinder.”
I send Gremlin areally?look. He tuts. “We’ve already established you’re a slutty hacker. And Tinder is great for a quickie.”
It is.“I said work, and you know my primary job is to create video games,” I bite out.
“Brad and Sully can’t stop talking about your last one.” Lori rolls his eyes. Sully, Ollie’s bro, and his best friend, Brad, are seventeen years old. Fifteen to thirty are usually my target buyers.
“Is this guy a video game player?” Sari asks.
“No, I met him when I extracted a donor.”
Lori frowns. Being a new addition to the family side business and doesn’t know the whole procedurewell yet. But he’s eager to learn.
“He sedated the donor and brought them to the base,” Michael clarifies.
“Was the guy the victim?” Sari puts two and two together.
I give him a half nod. Half because after what I learned about him, Hunter Penn is definitely not a victim.
“White Knight syndrome…nice.” Lori claps his hands.
“Hardly. Hunter could have done it without me. He’s a P.I. A big bear of a P.I.” His bigger size is incredibly attractive to me. Smaller men are usually attracted to my brawn, and they want to be topped. But I prefer to bottom, and Hunter is the one my ass is impatiently after. And my dick. They’re getting demanding about it.
“You met a private investigator in the flesh. So exciting!” Michael’s love for old detective shows and movies is only topped by Uri’s. That’s why Uri is very skilled at torturing, he enjoys extracting clues and truths from the donors.
“Bears smell so good! It must be all that bloody hair.” Lori purrs again.How does he do that?
“I don’t know if he’s hairy, but he fucking smells amazing.” An echo of Hunter’s smoky scent travels inside my nostrils for a moment. But it disappears just as fast.
“BO is amazing?” Sari scrunches his nose.
“BO and sweat are two different things,” Michael tells him. “Was he interested in what you…offered?”
I pout my lips while thinking. “Not sure. But all he needs is a little nudge, and I’m working on it.”
“Nishmans, eh?” Lori sighs before excitedly jumping from his stool like a cricket on amphetamines. “Let’s stalk Magnum P.I.! I have two baseball bats in my car.”
