Page 77 of Property of Stone
Then she spotted something she had missed.Holy shit.He had the same patches on the back of his cutinked into his back!He never told her he was marked like that and last night…this morning…in the bathroom, she hadn’t seen it. Just his…
A breath slipped from between her parted lips.
His MC affiliation was the last thing shewanted her audience to see. Even more concerning was the fact that those very easy to read tats could identify him—who he was and what he represented—as well as identify her and possibly where she was currently living.
Her heart tumbled in her now-tight chest.
That identifiable information could be dangerous. Especially since her YouTube channel was public. And those videos could be easily shared. Even go viral.
She quickly untied the apron she donned earlier, ripped it over her head and dropped it over his. At least that would cover what looked like what was left of his deflating morning wood.
He seriously had the nerve to look offended?
Now truly in a panic, she mouthed, “Get out,” while her back was to the camera.
His eyebrows stitched together as he tugged with confusion at the apron. “Why?”
Trying not to make too much of a scene, she stage whispered, “Get out! They can see you!” Keeping her hand below the counter, she jabbed a finger toward her phone.
When he lifted his head, the creases in his forehead were deeper. “Who?” He pulled the apron back over his head and tossed it on the counter.
Since being subtle wasn’t working, she pointed to her phone propped on the counter, hoping her body was blocking the audience’s view.
His confusion cleared. “You on a video call?”
“No! I’m in the middle of a live cooking demonstration,” she hissed.
Nudging her out of the way, he leaned closer to the phone until his face filled the screen. “People are watchin’live?”
Oh, good God!
“See those comments rolling up the screen?” Or emojis. Since now it was full of fire emojis, shocked face emojis, drooling emojis, even eggplant emojis, as well as some puking emojis. This time she didn’t think those last ones were meant for the recipe.
When he squinted his eyes and leaned even closer to the screen, another flurry of comments scrolled up at a furious pace. There were so many she couldn’t even catch what any of them said.
With a grin, he smoothed out his beard, combed fingers through his messy bedhead, and stepped back. But of course, wearing a smirk, he immediately shoved his hand down his boxer briefs and scratched his balls.
“Stone,” she groaned. The Earth could open up and swallow her at any time now.
He had the gall to shrug. “Babe. Need coffee.” That was the moment he spotted the full pot she had made and headed over there.
Now her audience had not only a great view of his ass, but all of that ink on his back.
Shit.“Your back.”
He muttered a, “Fuck,” swiped the coffee pot and a mug before stepping out of the camera’s view.
Only, it was too late. Everyone had a good view of what his tats represented.
She needed to wrap up the video with a quickness.
She plastered on a smile she hoped didn’t come off as forced and spoke quickly, “Okay, so the rest of the menu for today’s luncheon will include deviled eggs with crumbled bacon topping, a classic rotini pasta salad, low-carb lettuce wraps, and two different types of tea sandwiches. I’llrecord the rest and upload to my channel later today. However, this wraps up today’s live demonstration on making cucumber salmon bites. Make sure to subscribe to my channel so you don’t miss any of my future recipes or live demos. Thank you for joining me and tell your friends!” She quickly turned off the video feed and blew out a frustrated breath.
She was afraid to look at all the comments. Luckily, she could delete any that didn’t have to do with the food. She had a feeling that would take a while. Since she didn’t want to delete the video, she might also have to find a way to edit him out. Or at least blur his MC tattoos.
Note to self: find a free video editing program and learn how to use it.
Taryn heard, “That why you didn’t wanna talk earlier? You were savin’ up all your words for this?”
