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I nearly spit out my Mountain Dew as Gladys leans over my shoulder and stares in shock at the video playing on the screen of my phone.
My finger swipes the app closed as my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“One month without a boyfriend, and you’re that horny already?”
I let out a laugh as I pocket my phone and get back to work loading coins into the sorting machine.
“Fun fact, Gladys. I’m always horny.”
Her laugh is hearty and warm as she tousles my hair. “I believe it.”
“And second of all, that wasn’t porn. It’s an app where people can upload videos of themselves and people pay to watch them.”
“Oh…like porn,” she replies sarcastically. “Is that what you’re going to do for money now?” Then she holds up her hands in surrender. “Hey, no judgment. I support sex workers.”
With a smile, I shake my head. God, I love Gladys.
“Actually…maybe.” My eyes squint with unease as I watch her face for a reaction. I’ve been looking for a new job since I left the club, but no one is hiring at the moment. Instead, I’ve been helping around the Laundromat and Gladys has been flexible with my rent to allow me more time to look.
To my surprise, she only looks mildly uncomfortable with the news that my new job venture might be porn.
“But not by myself,” I continue. “That…new guy I’m seeing—”
“The rich, older one,” she replies.
“Yeah, him. He and I want to make some videos. For…fun.”
Yikes, this feels forced and uncomfortable. Is she even buying any of this? I mean, I did work in a sex club, so it can’t be that much of a stretch for her to see me doing this now.
She’s folding towels as she seems to be mentally chewing on what I’ve just told her. Her face tenses in scrutiny before she glances my way and shrugs.
“Hey, make money with him if you can, I guess. Harold and I used to record ourselves all the time. But he would have never, ever let me post them anywhere. It would have been nice to at least make some money with them.”
“Oooh, so kinky, Gladys. Do you still have them?” I ask with a giddy smile.
“Somewhere in a box, I’m sure. If I die and you find a videotape labeledHawaii vacation, burn it.”
Gladys and I are both laughing so hard now neither of us hear the front doorbell chime. It’s not until I feel his gloomy presence hovering three feet away that I realize Adam is here. God, his dad really did a number on him last night.
My laughter dies as I turn to stare at him. His sudden presence sends a flutter of butterflies to my stomach because I know exactly what comes next.
“Oh, hi,” I mutter.
“Hi,” he replies flatly.
He’s in a pair of dark-gray joggers and a V-neck T-shirt that hugs his chest and shoulders. His dark hair looks a little wet at the tips like he just got out of the shower and came straight over. I can smell the potent scent of his cologne from here, musky and rich. I don’t know if it’s laced with pheromones or if that’s just the effect of expensive cologne, but it has me noticing just how ridiculously handsome he is today.
And how badly I want to rub my face all over his pecs.
And feel those thick biceps wrapped around me.
Jesus, maybe Gladys was right. I am horny as fuck.
“Ready?” he asks, nodding toward the door. Has he totally forgotten that we’re supposed to be selling it as a couple?
I can feel Gladys staring at me, so I widen my eyes at him, glancing toward Gladys as if to remind him we have an audience.
Instantly, his cold, detached demeanor morphs into a forced smile as he crosses the room. Without warning, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. It’s a quick peck, but it takes me by surprise. As he stands upright, he smiles at Gladys.
