Page 58 of Tempting the Player
“You shouldn’t have to live your life differently.” Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and his body jumped to attention. “But is it necessary to be doing it with three ladies at once?”
So caught up in staring at her lips, what she said didn’t process immediately. “I didn’t sleep with three ladies at once. Okay. Wait. Not anytime recently.”
Doubt clouded her eyes. “Okay.”
“I’m being serious.” He sat up straight. “I didn’t do anything with those women other than make a dumbass decision of jumping in bed with them. Clothes stayed on. No kissing or touching. I was in that bed for about thirty seconds, enough time for someone to snap a picture.”
Bridget stared at him for so long he wondered if she’d been struck silent, and then she lowered her gaze to her drink. “What about the model you were pictured with?”
He’d been pictured with a lot of models over the years.
“Stella,” she said, throwing him a bone. “What about her?”
“Stella?” He laughed. “We did some things a long time ago, but we’re just friends now. When she comes into town, we hang out at a bar or with friends. Sometimes she stays here in one of the guest rooms.”
Bridget’s cheeks were a little flushed as she put her empty glass down on the end table. “How long ago is a ‘long time ago’ in your world?”
Chad debated not answering, suddenly unsure if his “long time ago” was going to be long enough for whatever Bridget was thinking. “Almost a year ago. You’d like her. You guys have the same kind of fashion thing going on.”
Her brows rose in a way that said, Doubtful.
“Refill?” When she nodded, he did the waiter thing and returned to the ottoman. “Any other questions you want to ask?”
A sexy little smirk appeared on her lips. “Yes. I do.”
Chad chuckled. “Okay, but if you ask me a question, I get to ask you one.”
After taking a drink, she leaned back against the supple cushions and arched a brow. “Okay. Deal.”
Shaking the ice in his scotch, he mirrored her expression. “Go ahead.”
“When’s the last time you’ve had sex?”
Chad let out a short laugh. “Wow. You go right for the big stuff, don’t you?” He liked the way her cheeks flamed. “Okay. It’s been several months.”
Bridget snickered. “Whatever.”
His brows slammed down as he leaned forward and tapped a finger on her knee. “I’m not lying.”
“You?” She laughed. “You haven’t had sex in a couple of months.”
“No. Going on three-and-a-half months to be exact.”
“Oh. Record-breaker.” Her wide smile slipped off her lips the longer he stared at her. “Hell. You’re being serious?”
He took a drink and nodded. “Serious as a massive heart attack.”
“Cornball,” she said. “Three months isn’t a long time, but that’s impressive for you.”
“Geez, thanks.” But Chad wasn’t insulted. He liked sex. A lot. And did it. A lot. He was always careful, used protection, and operated the “If he was too drunk to walk, he was too drunk to fuck” rule that went for all parties involved. “How about you? How long has it been since you had sex?”
Bridget eyed him through thick lashes. “Longer than three months.”
“How long?” Damn. He really needed to know.
She didn’t answer him immediately, instead taking another drink. “It’s going on two years.”
Chad schooled his expression. “Two years…?”
