Page 123 of Dark Heart
My heart and lungs collide.
I drop the dress on the bed and clasp my fingers on my hip.
“A membership site,” she murmurs.
I look at her, utterly incredulous.
She nods a couple of times.
“Yes. It’s like a personal site. Password protected. It has pictures of him, little snippets of video...”
My eyes widen in surprise.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
I know exactly what she’s talking about.
“I want to see it,” I bark.
She quickly pulls out her smartphone, drags her finger over the screen, and starts typing.
“Here. I texted you the link.”
My phone beeps on the bed.
I barely suppress my impulse to pounce on it.
I hurl a glare at the gadget––good thing, she cannot see me––and bite my lip, trying to coax myself into behaving like an adult.
“I’ll check it when I have time,” I say to mislead her.
Her voice echoes behind my back.
“He’s smoking hot. And not only that...”
I spin around.
Some of my thoughts must’ve spilled on my face.
She looks a bit shaken by my glare but has no intention of pulling away from the topic.
I flick my eyebrows up, encouraging her to continue.
“Yes?”
“It’s not only his body. I mean, he’s fine. What am I saying? I’ve never seen a man like him in my life. I mean, not in reality,” she says, raving about him.
I roll my eyes.
She completely ignores me.
“But man... the way he moves... Oh, my God!”
She clicks her tongue. Twice. It feels like a taser on my skin.
“He’s fucking delicious. A week ago, he posted a snippet of him rolling his hips. I lost my sleep over that clip.”
I tip my head to the side, looking at her incredulously. She must be playing cute now.
