Rastor (Lawton Rastor Book 2) by Sabrina Stark Page A

I'd unzipped my fly and stuck it to her fast and hard.
    "So I get the hell out of there," I continued, "and she's following after me, acting like I'd just done the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. And I see all these photographers."
    "She set you up?" Chloe asked.
    "Yeah. Did a good job of it too. Even hired these bouncers to keep me from leaving. She wanted a full spectacle."
    "Boy, she sure got it," Chloe said. "How come you never told anyone?"
    "I did. I said flat-out that none of it happened. You think that got any coverage? Besides, you think anyone gives a crap?"
    "They might've," Chloe said, "if you had told the whole story."
    "You think anyone wants the whole story?" I tried to laugh. "Besides, she did me a big favor, right? Right after that sex tape hit, I was signed to that reality show."
    The show, Hard World, had changed everything, mostly because I had changed. By then, I'd become a different person, especially when it came to sex. As far as the female cast-members, I'd had them all, and had fun doing it, or at least that’s what I told myself at the time.
    Chloe was frowning. "About that show, was any of that true?"
    "Which part?"
    "You." She cleared her throat. "And all those girls?"
    Chloe's question hung in the open air. And damn it, I didn't want to answer.
    Basically, I'd screwed my way from one end of the house to the other, sometimes tapping two girls in a single night. They meant nothing to me. They were Brandy clones, each and every one of them, wanting quick fame and easy money.
    I frowned. Or maybe it was too convenient for me to see them that way. The fun – if you could call it that – ended after some redhead named Macey threw another girl out a plate glass window.
    The girl, an aspiring actress named Cookie of all things, needed fifteen stitches across her forehead and countless more on her arms and legs. The publicity was insane, but the show was over – cancelled, according to news reports.
    Cancelled, my ass. I'd walked out and refused to return. As far as the producers? Rather than admit they'd lost the guy who had people tuning in, they'd quietly succumbed to "bad publicity", so they'd "cancelled for the safety of their amazing cast."
    I could still remember that press release. What a joke.
    Chloe was still waiting for my answer. Was any of it true?
    I wasn't going to lie. "Yeah."
    Disappointment darkened her features. "Oh."
    "You've gotta understand," I said, "everywhere I looked, someone wanted something from me. I guess I was pissed off, maybe a little tired of fighting it." I squeezed her hand. "Until you."
    "Why me?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "Why not Amber? Or Brittney?"
    Was she kidding? I studied her face. "Is that a serious question?"
    "Well, take Brittney," she said. "You obviously liked her well enough a few weeks ago. And Amber too. Why not them?"
    I tried to find the words. "Girls like Brittney are easy."
    "That's for sure," Chloe muttered.
    "I don't mean that." I shook my head. "With girls like her, I know what I'm getting. And they know what they're getting, too."
    "Girls like what?"
    "You know the type," I said. "Girls from the wrong side of town who pretend to be something they're not."
    Maybe that didn't describe Amber, but it described Brittney just fine, along with countless other girls along the way.
    Chloe's hand grew stiff in mine. "What's she pretending to be?"
    "I dunno. Some socialite, I guess. Take that sorority thing. Get this. She doesn't even go to college."
    "Not now?" Chloe said. "Or not ever?"
    "Not ever. And probably never will."
    "You're kidding."
    "Nope."
    "How do you know?"
    I gave Chloe the run-down of Brittney's drunken visit from a few weeks earlier, when she'd told me the truth. Her mom wasn't a banker, she wasn't in a sorority, and her life was a pathetic mess.
    If Brittney were a nicer person, I might even feel sorry for her.
    Chloe was shaking her head. "But she told that same lie tonight. About the sorority, I mean. Why would she do that if you knew the