Page 75 of Dirty Dix

“Debbie Does Dallas,” I spit out, hoping like hell this works.

It’s like dangling a carrot in front of a very horny donkey, and Hunter stops mid-sip, lowering the bottle with a smirk.

“I want the Blu-ray special edition and a stack of old-school Jenna. Please and thank you,” he says, waving his beer in my direction, in total understanding of my offer.

“Fine. As soon as you get these, you are leaving, understood?”

“Scout’s honor,” he says, flipping me off, which is his version of the scout salute.

It’s good enough for me, and I race to my bedroom, hoping like hell I find these suckers asap because I haven’t watched them in a long time—a small perk of having Juliet on call, but honestly, I would much rather the porn.

Rummaging through my cabinet, I find a stack of Jenna oldies, but for the life of me, I can’t findDebbie Does Dallas. Grabbing a stack of discs, I look over at the clock and see that it’s 6:50 p.m. Madison will be here any minute, which means I needHunter gone in seconds. These discs will have to do, but let’s face facts, it’s porn, and any porn will do.

“I can’t findDebbie, but willRiding Miss DaisyandLegally Boneddo?” I ask, blindly walking into the kitchen and holding up the discs so I can read the titles off the covers. “Hunt?” I say when he doesn’t reply.

I’m completely distracted looking at the picture of the busty blonde on the front cover, and it’s only when I hear a throat clearing that I raise my eyes to see what’s going on. The moment I see who’s standing in front of me, the discs go flying behind my shoulder and into the living area because Madison is standing before me, looking beyond embarrassed, while Hunter is standing beside her, looking beyond amused.

“Madison…Hi. Hello. Good evening,” I say with a stiff upper lip, eyeballing a grinning Hunter. “You’re early.”

Madison nods, her cheeks flustered and blistering a bright red. “Hi, um, yeah. Sorry if I…interrupted,” she says, fiddling with her backpack shoulder strap.

Hunter coughs to cover his laugh while I continue glaring at him.

“It’s fine. You weren’t interrupting anything. Hunter was just collecting his belongings, which he asked me to mind while his house was, er, getting renovated. They are in no way mine, nor have I watched them,” I lamely explain, and Hunter coughs louder.

Madison nods but thankfully doesn’t address my obvious lie, nor does she go running for the door, afraid to spend the night at a porn fiend’s house.

“Here, let me take your bag,” I offer and extend my hand so I can take the backpack from her shoulder.

“Thanks,” she says, and the moment my fingers brush over her skin, my body hums in exhilaration, thrilled that she’s spending the night.

“This is Hunter, by the way,” I say, nodding my chin to my friend, who is smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh,theHunter?” she replies with a wink that only I can see.

“The one and only, sweet cheeks,” he replies with a confident swagger as he shakes her hand.

Madison laughs while I sigh.

“That wasn’t a compliment, you moron,” I declare with a grin, and Hunter looks at Madison, who nods, playing along with my ploy.

Hunter’s poise falters, and he backtracks. “I’m not sure what he told you, but I can assure you, it’s all lies.”

Madison looks like she’s playfully observing him as she raises an eyebrow and replies, “I don’t think so. I think he went light on you, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” he rebukes.

“Oh yeah,” she confirms with a mischievous smile.

Hunter looks to be totally engaged by her, and I shake my head, leaving them to it, as I have a feeling Madison can handle herself around my friend.

Stepping into the hallway, I quickly gather the pornographic evidence and toss them into a drawer as I enter my bedroom. I place Madison’s bag by my bed and take a small breath, as the past twenty minutes have left me winded. The evening has not gone to plan, what with Juliet’s impromptu visit and now Madison thinking I’m some sick porn collector. I can only hope it gets better from here on in.

As I hear Madison laughing in the kitchen, I quickly compose myself and head back out there because sheisalone with Hunter, and God knows what he’ll say unsupervised.

“What did I miss?” I ask, attempting to appear casual.

Hunter looks incredibly proud of himself, while Madison is still chuckling.

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