Darrell

There was a gasp suddenly from the phone, and it hit me like a shot of adrenaline straight to the dick. I smirked against the dim living-room light, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm wherever the hell she was sitting.

Then she whispered, barely audible, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I laughed low, the sound rough in my throat. “Didn’t you watch the whole thing? I’m sure that you did.”

“I didn’t,” she said quickly and defensively.

“Then why’d you call me?” I shifted, spreading my thighs wider on the sofa. “I only asked you to call after the ending of...