Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

“Why don’t you try shutting your beautiful mouth?” I teased.

Conversation tended to stick between the couples, except Yuriko and Akira barely spoke. I tried to be friendly and inclusive with them. We made small talk about their trip, but when I asked how they met Dominic and Payton, Akira’s expression turned to stone.

“He said ‘it’s not polite discussion,’” the translator relayed. “Japanese people value their privacy,” he explained. “He’s not comfortable speaking about it.”

“Oh, okay.”

There was a deep, booming laugh at the next table over. Julius said something else, and there was more laughter. He sat beside Nina and, as my gaze shifted over to the man I assumed was her boyfriend, my mouth dropped open in shock.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered to Tara. “Next to Nina. Is that who I think it is?”

Her grin was wide. “Oh my God, you didn’t know?”

I shook my head. Silas followed my gaze, curious what had me so stunned. “What is it?” he asked.

“Nina’s boyfriend.” I realized he had no idea who she was. “The blonde at the next table over. Does the guy with her look familiar to you?”

He glanced again. “Maybe?”

“That’s Scott Westwood.”

Silas blinked blankly, and then the name visibly clicked. “The porn star?”

I’d seen a lot of Scott’s work on Tumblr. Hell, I’d gotten myself off to a lot of his stuff. It was so strange to see him in this normal setting, like he was just a regular guy. Nina’s boyfriend Scott, instead of porn star Scott Westwood.

“I’d always wondered how she made it work,” I admitted. “How her boyfriend was okay with what she did.” Because Scott was doing essentially the same thing, sleeping with strangers for money.

Tara took a sip of her wine and leaned close to me. “He’s been trying to put a ring on it for the last six months, but she won’t have it until they’re retired. They’ve been together forever.”

Some might argue that their unconventional relationship wasn’t real because they weren’t monogamous, but I wondered if maybe the opposite were true. Couldn’t the argument be made that Scott and Nina were rock solid in their commitment to each other? Neither one of them was going behind the other’s back, like Matt had done to me.

“Would you think less of me,” I whispered to Silas, “if I ask for his autograph?”

“It’s fine as long as you get it on paper and not on your tits.”

I sighed. “I guess I’m not asking for it to be written in cum, then.”

He gave me a dark look, but it was seriously hot.

When dinner was over, I excused myself to the restroom, and Tara rose from her seat to join me. The hallway was empty except for the man in a tuxedo who stood a few feet away from the ladies’ restroom. A newborn in pink was asleep on his shoulder as he paced back and forth. I recognized him from the ceremony. He’d been Dominic’s best man. Logan, the program had said.

When he spotted Tara, his face went blank.

And when the bridesmaid came out of the bathroom and reached for the child, she pulled up short at the sight of Tara as well.

“Payton told me you two had a baby,” Tara said, smiling. “Congrats. She looks beautiful.”

“Thank you,” they both said.

And without another word, Tara pushed on into the bathroom, leaving me to follow her.

“What was that?” I asked.

“I fooled around with them a few years ago.”

“Like, as a couple, or separately?” The large bathroom was empty, and my voice echoed off the tile.

Tara turned to face me, smoothing her hands down her pleated skirt. “As a couple. Do you think that’s weird?”