“Not because of you,” I hasten to say, unfortunately confirming his observation.
Trevor appraises me for a moment before standing and making his way to the counter. I’m left in suspense for half a minute before he returns, flattening a small sticky note onto the table between us.
It reads “Ours.”
“Just pretend we’re in the library,” Trevor says, the damn sweet man with his sweet smile and all-too-knowing eyes. My heart thumps viciously as he rests his tattooed hands on the table, dark ink covering his fingers. Fingers I saw wrapped around hiscockjust yesterday.
My mouth is opening before I can even run through what I’m going to say. “I saw you come.”
Trevor raises an eyebrow slowly as horror washes over me.
“Your video,” I hasten to explain. “I saw one of your videos.”
Jesus Christ, in for a penny…
Huffing out a breath, I place my hands flat on the table opposite his. “I know about the porn.”
Chapter 8
Trevor
Well, I sure didn’t anticipate that.
“Okay,” I say, tone even. “If you’re expecting me to be ashamed—”
“No,” Isaac replies quickly, his eyes widening. “That’s not why I brought it up. I just… I couldn’t keep it a secret.”
I take in Isaac’s expression and body language. The jittery fingers he can’t keep still. The way his eyes keep dropping from my face to the table. The flush riding his cheekbones.
“Do you feel guilty for watching it?” I ask.
He puffs out a small breath. “Not exactly. You wouldn’t put it out there if you didn’t expect people to watch.”
“That’s true. How’d you know it was me?”
“Really?” he asks, a little of his fire returning. He waves toward my hands. “The tattoos were a dead giveaway. But, uh…I recognized your voice before that.”
I lean back in my seat with a hum. “You liked it.”
His eyes flare wide. “MyGod, could you be more full of yourself right now?”
My lips twitch as Isaac does his best to look put-out. His smile betrays him. Isaac begins unwrapping his sandwich, visibly calmer than he was before. Like a weight has been shed. I do the same as his eyes flick occasionally back up to mine.
“Would you have told me?” he asks before taking a bite of his food.
“Of course. I was waiting to see…”
“To see what?”
“Whether or not I had a chance with you,” I admit. “I would have said something before we became intimate.”
Isaac’s blush returns, even as he focuses on eating his chicken salad sandwich. My own is roast beef.
“I’m glad you found out,” I tell him truthfully. “So we can talk about it openly.”
He nods slowly. “How often do you make the videos?”
“Several times a week. Sometimes daily.”
