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“EroticAudibleDesires.com.”
Shaking his head, he muttered, typing into his computer to bring up the website, “Between you and Gunner, I don’t know who’s worse. What name does she go by?”
“Myst3ry_R3ad3r.”
“Well, I guess that’s something. At least she didn’t use her real name. And what is your log in? Because I’m not creating a profile.”
“What makes you think I have one?” I quipped, smiling.
King stopped and stared at me.
“Fine. 2Hot4U. Password... studmuffin69.”
He rolled his eyes before typing it into his computer. “You need Jesus.”
“I’m an atheist.”
“Talk with Priest and convert,” he deadpanned, scrolling through the subscribers on her page. “Okay, she only has a few subscribers. She’d make more money if she did private reads.”
“She never does them. I think she does just enough to pay her bills and such,” I said, getting to my feet, walking over to his desk to see what he was looking at. “She’s got a few people who are always online when she reads. Her regulars.”
“Like you?”
“She’s really good.” I smirked, unashamed.
I made no excuses for my sexual perversions.
I liked what I liked.
I loved love and wasn’t shy about spreading my love.
Well, that was before my book reading Princess.
“Shit. I’m gonna have to farm this out. I don’t have time to hunt down all these people.”
“I don’t want everyone to know what Henley does. She’s self-conscious enough. She’s already going to be embarrassed that I told you. Can’t we keep this in-house? Between you and me?”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start with locating these perverts, and yes, I included you in that statement. I’ve got no choice and there is only one person I know who can sort this out fast.”
“Sypher?”
King grinned. “Sypher.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Henley
“He’s going to forgive you, Bailey. Stop worrying,” Phoebe stated as Athena and Freyja both nodded. “He just has other things on his mind right now.”
“Yeah, like calling all those other floozies,” Freyja muttered.
“You know I’m one of those floozies, right?” Sugar Potter huffed, glaring at Scribe’s sister.
How we all ended up sitting at the same table in the Irish Rose Tavern was a mystery to me. All I wanted was to talk to my sister, but somehow, I ended up here, where apparently everyone else congregated.
The second I walked into the bar, Bailey shouted my name, causing everyone in the place to turn and stare, which caused my anxiety to ratch up a notch or two. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, my sister, the one who knew me the best, joined in by whistling so loudly the astronauts in space heard her.
I was mortified.
