Page 43 of Deal Takers

“Why not?”

I cringe, replaying that moment in my head. “He has a small penis, Dev. And when I say small, I mean ateeny, tinywienie.”

She bites her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “Oh, c’mon, Lorraine. It couldn’t have been that bad.”

I hold up my index finger to demonstrate. “It really was.”

Devyn’s eyes widen as she clears her throat. “Well, size doesn’t matterthatmuch, does it?”

I give her a look that screams,are you kidding me? “He was packing a gherkin, Devyn! Fully erect!”

She loses her battle against laughing.

I glare at her. “I’m glad my horrific story amuses you so much.”

Devyn wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. But you have to admit, you’d think it was funny if it had happened to someone else.”

I smirk, knowing damn well she’s right. “Maybe.” I take another sip of Chardonnay. “What can I say? I like a big D.”

“Talking about me again?” Brody says over my shoulder.

I jump in my seat.Shit, how long has he been standing there?

“Shouldn’t you be shooting pool instead of eavesdropping?”

He smiles and nods to the bar where Drew is talking to the bartender. “We’re finished. Drew’s getting another round. Now back to the topic at hand. What were you saying about big dicks?”

“Nothing you need to be concerned about, Brody. I wouldn’t want to give you a complex.”

He narrows his eyes. “We both know I havenothingto be concerned about in that area, princess.”

I suppress a shiver when his words make me recall our drunken dry-humping session. Even if I hadn’t seen him in all his glory on the day we met, that night would’ve confirmed that Brody definitely doesn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Not even close.

“Whatever you say, buddy.”

Now he’s smirking. “I’d be happy to remind you, darlin’. Just say when.”

Does now work for you?I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from saying that out loud. Jesus, I need to get laid.

“Okaaay,” Devyn says. “I think I’m going to go help Drew carry those drinks back.”

Turncoat, I mouth to her. She’s always sneaking away when Brody and I are bickering.

Brody slides into the chair next to mine. “How’ve you been, Rainey? I haven’t seen you around in a while.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s been four days, dumbass.”

He flashes his stupidly perfect teeth. “So, you’re keeping track now? Good to know.”

“Quit trying to read between the lines, Brody. I was simply making a statement.”

He places his arm on the back of my chair and whispers in my ear, “If I’m going to be between something, I’d prefer your thighs.”

Goddamn, I hate how easily he can turn me on. I can feel the flush moving across my skin, and there’s no chance of hiding it with my fair complexion. I can feel his grin against my earlobe as he notices. You know what?Fuck it,I’m calling his bluff.

His muscles tighten when I place my hand onhisthigh. “Then let’s go back to my place so you can put your money where your mouth is.”

He jerks back in surprise. “What?”

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