Dr. Stud

“Understood,” Emmet agrees.

“Wait, what just happened? What's understood??

?? I ask.

“There's an exit between the restroom doors,” he murmurs, pushing her hair back behind her very pretty ear with his fingers.

“Seriously, guys, give it a rest?” I interrupt. “He's probably run out of memory by now. It's not like he's streaming. You can lay off. Let’s just go.”

Just to spite me, she reaches out and strokes his shoulder. “You can't leave me here,” she giggles, continuing the theater as though they are still both on camera. “I'm coming with you.”

I cross my arms, somehow not losing my hard-on in a fog of irritability. Fine. If they're going to continue this community theater guild production of “let's pretend we’re in love for public relations purposes,” I'm going to pretend to be jealous. Fine.

I said, fine.

“I suppose you're right,” he continues, scooting his chair a little bit closer toward hers while I try not to roll my eyes. “You stand up, and I'll follow right after. They'll assume we’re going to have a quickie in the ladies room.”

She tips her head back, laughing in this low, throaty voice that sends chills up my arms. Dammit.

“Nice try, smart guy! Just get me out here and I will do the rest.”

“You're missing out,” he smiles, standing and holding his hand out for her. She puts her hand in his and rises, batting her eyes so convincingly that she looks like she's going to faint.

“I'm sure I'll survive,” she replies as she sashays in front of him, gliding toward the restrooms with her hips swishing suggestively under her skirt. It really does look like they're going to the bathroom for a quickie. I'm practically convinced, and I’ve been listening to their whole conversation.

I give them a ten second head start and glance toward the blogger to make sure he is still doing his part. After dropping four or five hundred dollars on the table, I stand up too. I plaster a knowing grin on my face and walk casually after them as if to say no, of course we’re not both going to have sex with her. I merely need to use the facilities, like a gentleman.

But I notice that he still has the iPhone pointed this way. Maybe he really was streaming video. I'm not sure.

And I can't help it. I know I shouldn't, but something comes over me. I look right into the tiny eye of that little camera and stand up straight, arching my back just the tiniest bit so that my trousers stretch over my hard dick again. There's enough light coming through that window, it should be apparent. If it's not immediately apparent, somebody will Photoshop it in, like they always do.

Then I look right at him, and I wink. Just for a second, but long enough.

Chapter 29

Emmet

She looks back over her shoulder and gives me one last flirty, seductive glance before pushing the door out toward the alley. After swiveling her head left and right to ensure we’re alone, she turns on her heel and sticks her hand out stubbornly.

“Mission accomplished, I think,” she announces officially. “It was nice meeting you. Sorry about the mixup.”

I’m confused.

“Excuse me?” I look down at her hand. She keeps it there, seriously expecting me to shake it.

“Hannah said that you need a girlfriend for publicity purposes. I think we just pulled that off magnificently, don't you? We can just check that one off the list. We'll meet again in a couple of days? Somewhere else public?”

“No… I don’t think so, Bella. We were just getting started here.”

The door opens again, and Dillon comes out, stopping up short and nodding at each of us politely as though he were invited along.

She lets her hand drop and looks back over her shoulder in the other direction.

“I’m pretty sure this alley’s going to let me out close to Water Tower Place. I can just walk. Maybe I’ll go and hang out for little while at Abercrombie and Fitch until the coast is clear. Nobody will find me in there anyway. It’s pitch black.”

“Wait a second, what's going on?” Dillon blurts out. He glares at me accusingly. “What did you do to her, Emmet?”

I shrug and look away. “I didn't do anything to her. This is how I found her. What did you do to her?”