This can’t be what it looks like. There has to be a rational explanation.
Behind me, Piper clears her throat.
I turn to find her standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, all traces of post-orgasm bliss erased.
What did you expect? You just invaded her privacy.
It was an accident, but that doesn’t change the facts.
Her eyes cut to the items on the bed and her frown deepens. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry. I was flustered and I opened the wrong door. I didn’t mean to pry, but…” I gesture at the camera and the toys. “What is all this?”
“This,” she says, lips tight, “is how I pay for school.”
22
PIPER
Damn it all to hell.How could I be so freaking careless?
It would’ve taken five minutes to pack up my camera before our date, but no, I had to go outside and get some fresh air because I was nervous and there was no way Brady was going to see the inside of my bedroom.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I can only imagine what’s running through his head right now. Despite what we just did on my couch, Brady is sweet and wholesome. He probably doesn’t even watch porn.
The way he just went down on you would suggest otherwise.
Fair. The man ate my pussy like it was his last meal.
The last time I came that hard was the night we met, and he wasn’t even here for it. Not in the flesh, anyway.
So not the time, Piper.
I close my eyes, banishing the memory of his tongue on my clit.
The only thing I should be thinking about right now is protecting my secret. That’s what matters. If Brady doesn’t want to see me again, if he wants to break things off, I’ll deal with it.
“I don’t understand,” he says, staring blankly at the paddle on my bed.
Of course he doesn’t understand because his life is so completely different from mine.
We might as well have been raised on different planets.
My pulse thrums at my temple and I exhale slowly, willing it to settle.
I need to stay calm. In control.
“I’m a camgirl, Brady.” I square my shoulders and lift my chin because no way am I going to be ashamed of the work I do. “I film myself and stream it online for cash.”
His eyes narrow and something tells me he doesn’t like the idea of other men watching me. Brady’s usually even-tempered, but right now he looks like he wants to throttle something.
Or someone.
His nostrils flare. “Are we talking about…sex stuff?”
Tread carefully.
