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“Your acting was impeccable, but I know Valor better than that.”
His smile was amused and self-satisfied. “I enjoyed chasing him down and fucking him in the dirt.”
I swallowed, trying not to look too interested. Considering Valor still had misgivings about submitting to Loïc, I shouldn’t find it so freaking hot. “I can’t believe you made him walk home.”
“The man is too full of himself. A lengthy walk of shame was good for him.”
I imagined him chasing Valor through the park, catching him, then taking what he wanted right there on the ground. The hard chair beneath me made me shift. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe this was how it felt for Valor, sharing me, watching me with Loïc. There was an extra piece to it, too, though. Valor had dominated me for so long now that maybe I got some unhealthy satisfaction from watching him submit to someone else. There was no way Valor would ever let me dominate him, but for some reason he couldn’t seem to resist Loïc. Hell, I couldn’t resist him either.
He would be so eager to hear about Loïc fucking me on the hood of my car.
“Can I help you run lines when we get back to your place?” Loïc asked.
“Sure.”
“You do realize I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Hopefully, this time you won’t stop partway through and leave me hanging.” I threw the last of my cone in the garbage and waited for Loïc to help me with my chair.
If Valor wasn’t going to feel guilty about fucking this man, then neither was I.
Chapter Twenty: Valor
Something about the way the woman on TV moved caught my eye, distracting me from what I’d been about to tell Kim. I gave the screen my full attention in time to recognize my wife, but it wasn’t a clip from her series or an interview. I’d gotten used to those popping up when I least expected them. This time, it was video footage of her walking out of a nondescript brick building—a business?
Who was that with her?
I tried to catch the words that flashed along the bottom of the screen, but the words disappeared before my eyes could catch up.
The show went from that to two women talking and laughing. I strode to where the TV was mounted on the wall and checked the edges of it, looking for the volume buttons. If this thing had a remote, I’d never laid eyes on it. I located the buttons, jabbed the button to increase the volume, but before I’d finished, the scene flashed to some other actors standing on a red carpet. They were discussing a new movie Tarryn wasn’t involved in.
“Were you watching that?” I asked Kim. She glanced up from her keyboard and looked at me, then at our waiting room’s television. She’d insisted on a TV a few months ago, saying that it would be good to keepthe people in the waiting room entertained. The truth was, we rarely had people sitting in our waiting room. Keeping people waiting was bad for business.
She shook her head. “No. Why?”
The red carpet clip had made way for an interview with some young male actor I didn’t recognize about a movie I’d never heard of.
“Tarryn was on TV.”
“Was she being interviewed? Was it some red carpet thing?” She perked up. Kim adored Tarryn, and she acted like her proud auntie and kept tabs on her career.
I shook my head. “No idea.”
“Hang on.” She shifted tidy rows of supplies in her desk drawer and withdrew a remote.
“What’s that going to do?”
She hit a button. A bar appeared on screen that showed it was rewinding.
“You can rewind television you weren’t recording?”
“I swear you live under a rock. How can your wife work in entertainment and yet you know nothing about entertainment?”
“I don’t have time for TV.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “I hope you watchRose Red, at least.”
I tried to, but I didn’t catch many episodes. Tarryn’s talent carried the entire show, as far as I was concerned.
