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She made a face he couldn’t decipher.
“Not beyond the reverse image search, no. It…felt wrong.”
“Okay.” Tamara blew out a breath. “Then there’s…a lot you don’t know that’s out there. About Piper or me. I’m sure Piper would appreciate it if you didn’t Google her name. I…you can Google me. If you want.”
The way she said it, how her complexion went a little green, Googling was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to…protect her. From something he knew nothing about.
“The short version…Piper broke up with this guy and he put all their personal pictures and—videos—online. If you search her name, that’s still on the first page of search results no matter what we try, and I swear we’ve tried everything.”
“Shit.” Something bad had happened not only to Piper, but to Tamara as well. Bad enough she looked like she wanted to vomit just talking about it. If he could build a robot, write a program—something—to keep her safe, he’d do it.
“Yeah, so—please don’t? We can’t help people knowing the truth, but knowing and seeing are two different things. After what Piper went through with Carl, yeah. Everyone’s pissed at me. And I can’t blame them at all. If I’d have stopped to think about it, I would have known better. What Carl did…” Tamara sucked in a breath and shook her head. “I don’t know if I can forgive myself. I just…I was ready to say anything to keep you interested, and it’s not an excuse. It’s the truth. How I felt. And I made mistakes.”
Stephen stared at her for several seconds.
“What?” Tamara asked after a moment.
“I don’t think anyone has ever said something like that to me.” This breathtakingly beautiful woman…wanted him.
“Which part?”
“No one has ever…wanted me around that much.”
“Hey, I told you I’m an intelligence-slut and I’ll own that title. If you want proof, Rashae would be only too happy to throw me under that bus. You look really uncomfortable now.”
“I just—I’m not used to someone using that word in a way they’re…comfortable with?”
“What word? Slut?”
“Yeah.”
“Out of everything we’ve said to each other, that makes you uncomfortable?”
Stephen’s brain skipped through his personal highlight reel of their more memorable moments.
“Look, if you just randomly called me a slut, I’d probably take issue with it. But I totally accept that when it comes to a wickedly smart guy I get turned on. Maybe it’s cliché, but intelligence is sexy, and I’m not afraid to own up to what I am for the right person.” She stroked his fingers with one hand, a light, barely-there caress.
What would her hands feel like on other parts of his anatomy?
“I don’t know if I could call you that.” He rolled the word around in his head. The knee jerk reaction was a hell no .
“Try it.” She smiled.
“No.”
“I’d only let you call me a slut. I mean, Rashae and the girls say it when it’s just us, joking around, but that’s not the same thing.”
His slut.
That was…okay, maybe. It still didn’t seem right. But…if they were talking sex…perhaps in the moment, it wouldn’t seem quite so bad.
Tamara leaned closer. Her neckline gaped, granting him a glimpse of the tops of her breasts.
“Do you want to know how wet I was watching you earlier?”
“Not here.” Stephen closed his eyes.
“All right, I have two cheeseburgers.” The waitress delivered burgers, fries and drinks all in one go.
The entire time, Tamara kept glancing at him, her lips drawn up into a secretive smile. It was all Stephen could do to not tell their waitress to scram. “I guess you don’t want to know.” She shrugged. She was flirting, completely nonplused by his appearance, the stares, or being in public with him. It was…everything he’d wanted, just wrapped up differently.
She’d told him she wanted him. And now the ball was in his court, so to speak. What was he going to do? His
“Not beyond the reverse image search, no. It…felt wrong.”
“Okay.” Tamara blew out a breath. “Then there’s…a lot you don’t know that’s out there. About Piper or me. I’m sure Piper would appreciate it if you didn’t Google her name. I…you can Google me. If you want.”
The way she said it, how her complexion went a little green, Googling was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to…protect her. From something he knew nothing about.
“The short version…Piper broke up with this guy and he put all their personal pictures and—videos—online. If you search her name, that’s still on the first page of search results no matter what we try, and I swear we’ve tried everything.”
“Shit.” Something bad had happened not only to Piper, but to Tamara as well. Bad enough she looked like she wanted to vomit just talking about it. If he could build a robot, write a program—something—to keep her safe, he’d do it.
“Yeah, so—please don’t? We can’t help people knowing the truth, but knowing and seeing are two different things. After what Piper went through with Carl, yeah. Everyone’s pissed at me. And I can’t blame them at all. If I’d have stopped to think about it, I would have known better. What Carl did…” Tamara sucked in a breath and shook her head. “I don’t know if I can forgive myself. I just…I was ready to say anything to keep you interested, and it’s not an excuse. It’s the truth. How I felt. And I made mistakes.”
Stephen stared at her for several seconds.
“What?” Tamara asked after a moment.
“I don’t think anyone has ever said something like that to me.” This breathtakingly beautiful woman…wanted him.
“Which part?”
“No one has ever…wanted me around that much.”
“Hey, I told you I’m an intelligence-slut and I’ll own that title. If you want proof, Rashae would be only too happy to throw me under that bus. You look really uncomfortable now.”
“I just—I’m not used to someone using that word in a way they’re…comfortable with?”
“What word? Slut?”
“Yeah.”
“Out of everything we’ve said to each other, that makes you uncomfortable?”
Stephen’s brain skipped through his personal highlight reel of their more memorable moments.
“Look, if you just randomly called me a slut, I’d probably take issue with it. But I totally accept that when it comes to a wickedly smart guy I get turned on. Maybe it’s cliché, but intelligence is sexy, and I’m not afraid to own up to what I am for the right person.” She stroked his fingers with one hand, a light, barely-there caress.
What would her hands feel like on other parts of his anatomy?
“I don’t know if I could call you that.” He rolled the word around in his head. The knee jerk reaction was a hell no .
“Try it.” She smiled.
“No.”
“I’d only let you call me a slut. I mean, Rashae and the girls say it when it’s just us, joking around, but that’s not the same thing.”
His slut.
That was…okay, maybe. It still didn’t seem right. But…if they were talking sex…perhaps in the moment, it wouldn’t seem quite so bad.
Tamara leaned closer. Her neckline gaped, granting him a glimpse of the tops of her breasts.
“Do you want to know how wet I was watching you earlier?”
“Not here.” Stephen closed his eyes.
“All right, I have two cheeseburgers.” The waitress delivered burgers, fries and drinks all in one go.
The entire time, Tamara kept glancing at him, her lips drawn up into a secretive smile. It was all Stephen could do to not tell their waitress to scram. “I guess you don’t want to know.” She shrugged. She was flirting, completely nonplused by his appearance, the stares, or being in public with him. It was…everything he’d wanted, just wrapped up differently.
She’d told him she wanted him. And now the ball was in his court, so to speak. What was he going to do? His
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