“Size is always important. Massive sac is almost as important as massive skill.” And because they were sharing what she’d read about him, he leaned toward her a bit and said just above a whisper, “I read about you too. I read you hate hot dogs and love crème brûlée.”
Her brows lowered in confusion. “How did you…? Ah.” Her confusion cleared and she smiled. “That’s true. Where’d you get the magazine?”
“One of the guys.”
“Of course.” She turned her face toward him and, to anyone looking, it appeared as if they were speaking closely to be heard over the music. Her mouth just inches from his, she said, “So, I assume it’s been passed around.”
“I got it a couple of weeks ago.”
“What took so long?”
“Sam wasn’t finished looking at it.”
She reached for her beer and laughed, not the least embarrassed. “Those were taken a long time ago.”
Not that long ago. He thought of her with that long string of pearls.
“You’re thinking about those pictures, aren’t you?” she asked from behind her glass.
He didn’t answer.
She smiled. “Only seems fair.”
“How’s that?”
“Because completely against my will, and no matter what else I try to shove into my head, I can’t stop thinking about ‘massive sac.’ It’s very disturbing.”
He chuckled and she looked at him as if he’d sprouted a horn from the middle of his forehead. “What?”
“I didn’t think you ever laughed.”
Of course he laughed.
“Hey, Mrs. Duffy,” Sam called from down the table. “Do you know The Girls Next Door?”
“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Jules admonished like a preacher, and Ty had to admit that the assistant probably had a point. Which made the conversation he’d just had with her completely off the scale of appropriate.
Faith smiled. “It’s okay, Jules. I met Holly and Bridget at the mansion. There were other girls there too. But Kendra didn’t live there at the time.”
“What’s Hef like?”
“He’s nice.” Her salmon arrived and she placed her napkin on her lap.
He was also old. Like Virgil. What was it with her and old men? Oh yeah. Money.
“He’s also a very a smart businessman,” she continued.
“Did you go to a lot of parties?”
“As Playmate of the Year, I hosted several. That’s how I met Virgil.” She squeezed lemon on her fish and picked up her fork. “He and Hef were good friends.”
“Do you still get invited?”
“Occasionally, but the last few years Virgil really couldn’t travel very often. So we didn’t go.”
For some inexplicable reason, the thought of Virgil
’s old hands on her smooth, young body made Ty feel uneasy. Why he should give a shit, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the Guinness. He was used to Canadian brew, and rich beer always hit him hard after a few.