I glance at him, then at the pink thong before letting my hand drop onto my thigh. “You have a problem with me fidgeting with underwear that happens to belong to my obsession?”
“I’m just jealous,” Kade says with a smirk. “Liam never wears thongs like that anymore.” He swivels in the computer chair and hits a few keys.
“I think I’d pay to see big,beastlyLiam in a lacy thong,” I say, thinking of the hunk. “Zeb called him a bear earlier. It was pretty funny.”
“Liam will love that,” Kade laughs, hitting a few keys. “I have photos of him in a red thong, too.”
A couple of the screens flicker with new windows, and it’s another few seconds before he has pictures of a few women up on the screen. “He did a boudoir shoot before our wedding. So fucking hot. I nearly didn’t make it down the aisle before jumping him.”
“Cute,” I grin. “So, tell me about these people. Is Bonnie texting all of them?”
“This is every person’s photo that she’s matched with over the last eight months,” he says. He clicks the mouse a few more times, and a different set of photos appears. “And these are the real people behind those photos.”
“Holy shit,” I say at the number of men whose photos show up.
“The latest favorite is this one—” He clicks on a photo from the previous set.
My brows raise at the picture of the hot redhead, her thick thighs creasing beneath the fishnet tights. “Damn,” I mutter. “Hot.”
“Yeah. She goes byshesatrackstar1988,” he tells me.
“How original,” I say under my breath. I’ve seen some of the texts they’ve shared—even before today, and too many times, I’ve wished that Bonnie would text me back like that.
Kade smirks sideways at me. “Alright there?” he asks.
I glare at him and shift on my feet. “So, what’s her deal?” I ask instead.
Kade scoffs and switches screens. “This,” he says.
A photo of a guy with clear metal glasses and an unkempt beard appears on the screen.
“What about him?” I ask.
“This is Jeff. He’s who she’s texting.”
I almost drop the tablet.
And the door opens before I can get myself out of the stupor.
Liam walks in then, grinning like he can see by the look on my face that something is wrong. “Oh shit. Did you tell her?” he asks Kade.
“Just getting to it,” Kade replies.
I gawk between them. “Shut the fuck up. This is who she’s been chatting with?” I ask.
“Yep,” Kade says. He leans up in his seat to kiss Liam when he walks by to the dining room table.
“How is he videoing her? I can clearly see messages asking to video,” I say.
“My guess is that he knows it’s a celebrity and he’s betting they’ll never give in to a video session,” Kade replies. “Or if they do, just say his camera isn’t working.”
I consider what he’s saying. “So… why is he your favorite out of all these others?” I ask.
“Well, he stood out for a couple of reasons. You see, most of these guys are chatting with a number of people on Cupid’s Arrow. Nothing suspicious about it other than it’s just fucking creepy.”
“I already scoped out a few of them just to be sure what was on paper matched reality,” Liam says, leaning on the door frame as he chomps on an egg roll.
“But this guy?”
