Page 29 of Wild Card

When I get out though, Westfield’s sitting on the bed staring at me. He’s pulled a pair of sweats on, but he’s still shirtless, and every inch of his gorgeous, tattooed skin is on display. He’s lit beautifully by the moonlight coming in, and he looks more like something out of a dream than an actual mortal who lives on the same plane as I do.

“Hey, Spitfire.”

“Hey. I thought maybe you were gone. I was just gonna get dressed and get a ride home.”

He frowns and looks at the clock by the bed.

“It’s the middle of the night. You think I’d just abandon you here in the middle of the night?”

“I don’t know. If you had practice or something in the morning.”

“Not this fucking early.”

“I mean I know but… never mind. I don’t know. But I’ll be out of your hair so you can get some sleep.”

“Insomnia. Can’t sleep. Didn’t want to keep you up, so I was in the living room watching some TV.”

“I’m sorry you can’t sleep.”

“Actually, that’s a lie. Not the fact that I can’t sleep. But the TV bit. I’ve been rewatching the video we made.”

“Oh.” I bite my lip because, in the heat of the moment, I felt brave as fuck. But now in the cold light of not quite morning, I feel like maybe that I pushed things too far.

He picks up on the discomfort immediately.

“I’ll delete it if you want. If you regret it, no problem. I just… I’m gonna be honest, Scarlett. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. I think I might already have an addiction to it. I’m not into most porn but watching that… Fuck…”

“I thought… Or I guess I heard that exhibitionism was a thing for you.”

“It is.”

“You haven’t made a video before?”

“Oh. No, I have… but not like that. I usually delete them, honestly.” He frowns. “Fuck that sounds like I’ve made dozens. I haven’t. But occasionally it’s kind of a rush to have the camera on, you know? Course you know since you’ve made some solo films.” He grins at me. “But watching it back isn’t really my thing. Cringe-worthy most of the time. But fuck, Spitfire, you could definitely be a cam girl. I’d give you whatever you were charging.”

“Uh… thanks, I think? I’ll keep that in mind in case this job hunt doesn’t work out.”

“Fuck. That sounded bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” He runs his hand over the back of his neck nervously, a slightly awkward Tobias is hot as fuck.

“Okay.”

“I’m asking if I can keep it.”

“Sure, I guess. As long as you’re not showing anyone else.”

“No. Fuck no.”

“Okay, then no, I guess, I don’t mind. Not entirely fair if you have one, and I don’t though.”

“That brings me to the second part. If you’re up for it.”

“What’s that?”

“You take one of me.”

“Oh. That’s okay. I’m just teasing you. We don’t have to do that. It’s fine.”

“No, I don’t think you understand. I want it. Again, assuming you’re up for it? You’d just have to lay back and film it. I’ll make it easy for you.”