Page 26 of Hard Rock Sin
"What have you got?"
"Everything."
"Are you telling me you own every DVD in existence, too?"
"I've got this cool little box. You hook it up to your TV and it gives you anything you could ever want. Even movies still playing in theaters."
I gave him a skeptical look. "Is that legal?"
"I'm sure it's notillegal." He stressed the first syllable.
"Between the weed I smelled at your party, the speed at which your food delivery guys drive, and now this, I'm beginning to think you're a bad influence."
"Onlybeginningto think? Damn, I'll have to try harder." He threw me a remote with a slow underhand toss. I fumbled to catch it with both hands. "Scroll through and pick something. I'm easy."
"So I've heard," I replied without thinking.
"Ouch," he said, deadpan. "I'm wounded."
"Sorry."
"You're going to keep throwing my reputation in my face?"
I opened my mouth to throw out a snappy comeback. His expression made me pause. He did look vaguely wounded. Was he really that sensitive about it, or was he just playing me?
"I won't bring up your sex life if you don't bring up mine," I said instead.
He arched an eyebrow and sat up straight. "So there is a sex life to speak of?"
"Didn't I just say we weren't going to talk about it?"
"No. You said you won't talk about mine if I don't talk about yours. I'm more than willing to let you speculate on my sexual escapades if that means I can tease you about yours."
"You really do like pissing people off, don't you?"
"Not my fault you and your brother are such easy marks."
"Remind me why I agreed to move in here again?"
"My incredible wit? My not-inconsiderable charm? No, wait." He faked a thoughtful pose. "It was my astounding good looks, wasn't it?"
I couldn't disagree with that, so I kept quiet.
Cameron got serious. "If you really don't want me talking about this kind of stuff with you, I can try to keep a lid on it." He gave me a sly look. "But that might mean I won't have much else to say."
"I'm sure you have more to add to a conversation than just sexual innuendo."
The quickest of expressions crossed his face. Something almost like surprise. Then he smirked and it was gone. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me. Not many would."
I knew Cameron could hold a regular conversation. He'd talked about his parents, and how they moved out and left him alone. He hadn't put it quite that way, of course. But it was the most real I'd seen Cameron since I'd first run into him.
I wanted to drag more of that man out into the light. I wanted to get to know therealCameron. The man behind the wild, crazy parties and playboy ways.
"So you gonna choose a movie or what?"
I looked down at the remote in my hand.
"There's a million buttons on this." I tossed it back to him. "You choose."
