"Want to bet on that?"
No. Come here and come on my hand. Who the fuck cares what Ty likes? What do you like? "No."
She smiles, victorious. "It's relevant. We are planning a bachelor party, aren't we? We have to embarrass them by bringing up their sex life."
"How is that different than every Saturday for you?"
She pushes me playfully. "That's why I need more intel. So I can go further."
"Do I want to know what that means?"
"I'll tell if you will." She moves a little closer. Looks up at me with doe eyes. "Pretty, pretty please, Cam."
Fuck. "You know as much as I do."
She shakes her head. "Men talk."
"Women talk."
"Not the same way."
"Ty isn't—"
"Yes, he is."
She's right. Ty isn't the type of man who brags about his sex life, but when he drinks he forgets to guard the details. And when it's his older brother Ian baiting him to spill—
Ty still craves his older brother's approval.
It used to annoy me, how much Ty worshiped his older brother. I wanted to be his best friend, but I could never trump Ian.
Now-
I'm losing him in a different way.
Sienna continues. "You know something." She shifts off the couch. "Should I grab the cheap vodka and loosen your tongue?"
"You see the bruises on her wrists too," I say. "You tease her about it."
"Yeah, but…"
"He likes to bind her, spank her, threaten her."
"Threaten how?"
"Role play."
Her eyes go wide. She doesn't have that detail.
Fuck. I need to shut my mouth. I'm too eager to impress her, tease her, make her gasp.
"What role play?" she asks.
"You know Ty well at this point?"
"Yeah."
"And you know your sister?"
"Obviously."
"What makes you think he'd stop at one scenario?"
"Fuck, you're right. They probably do everything." She's quiet for a moment, soaking in this new shade, adding it to the image in her head. "Would you?"
"Would I what?"
"Role play."
"You know what I'm going to say."
"Do I?"
"I can't tell you. It's all you'll ever think about."
"Or maybe, if you don't tell me, I'll have to keep imagining every possible scenario. But if you do tell me, I can just imagine the one then move on."
"Maybe," I say. "But I still won't tell you."
"What if I go first? Tell you what I imagine?"
I may as well send Ty a text that says I'm going to fuck your future sister-in-law. Have a nice wedding and a nice life, since we both know you'll never speak to me again. "No."
"Because it's all you'll ever think about?"
"Of course." I try to sell it as a joke.
But she doesn't buy it.
Chapter Twelve
Cam
I have to give it to Sienna. She knows exactly what she wants to do with this party.
And the coup d'état: A bondage themed burlesque routine slash strip tease, choreographed to an Amy Winehouse song.
Only—"I don't know where you hire strippers. Do you? You must," she says.
"In the States?"
"Like you've never taken a rich client to a strip club."
"I'm the rich client." And no. I don't go to strip clubs. I'd rather get to the point. Find someone, take her home, get a jump on hating myself and her.
"Okay, like no one's ever taken you to a strip club."
"Not here." I have been dragged to some London clubs. I understand the appeal of naked women grinding against poles, even if it's not my thing. But making it a group activity? That, I don't get.
"Maybe we should ask Eve." Her nose scrunches as she says Eve. "She used to work at a club, didn't she?"
Ian's girlfriend Eve worked as a cocktail waitress at a strip club when they met, but how does Sienna have that information? "She knows some dancers."
"I'm sure she and Ian can figure it out. Unless you'd rather do it."
"I'll make it happen," I say.
"Do you think we should reserve the club?"
"They won't rent it out on a weekend."
"If you pay enough, they will."
"So kind of you to volunteer my money," I say.
She laughs. "What would it cost?" she asks. "A few thousand dollars? That's nothing to you."
"I appreciate value."
"Then reserve it on Tuesday morning."
"You really see Ty skipping work for that?"
"For his one and only bachelor party?"
That's a fair point. "I have a better idea."
She raises a brow.
"A hotel. Ty and Indigo can use the room after."
"And we can surprise them with an under the bed restraints kit?"
"Thoughtful."
She presses her lips together. "Okay. A hotel. I like it."
"On me."
She looks at me obviously.
It is obvious. I have a lot more money than she does. But it's still strange having someone shoot me that look.
It's refreshing.
It's pure Sienna.
Fuck, I really like her.
I swallow hard. "Do you have specific instructions for the dancers?"
"The artist, the bondage theme, just enough embarrassment. Otherwise, they can go crazy."
"No full penetration?"
"Ty would kill all of us."
He would.
"Does that really happen?"
"Do sex workers put on shows for a fee?"
"Yeah, stupid question." She presses her lips together. "Do guys arrange that for bachelor parties?"
"Some."
"Would you?"
"Not my thing."
She motions go on.
Shit. I cut off the question—what is your thing—before she can ask. "I prefer dick lollipops."
"Really?"
"What's not to like?"
She raises a brow I think that's obvious.
"It's candy."
"And you eat candy?" She gives me a slow once-over. Stops on my waist. "I've seen you out of that suit."
"You haven't seen me naked."
"Not yet."
Fuck, I walked into that.
"I've seen enough to know you don't eat candy."
"And you?" I ask.
"What about me?"
"What about you? Really?" My eyes go to her strong shoulders. Her bare stomach. Her long, curvy legs.
Her chest heaves with her inhale. "What about me?"
"You inhale sugar."
"Yeah."
"You still look like a football player."
"What's that mean?" she asks.
It means I need to try harder to avoid her. But I don't. My eyes stay on her thighs.