“I thought you had to work tonight! What were you doing there?”
“Working.”
“Working at a sex club!?!”
“Yes,” he repeats.
“Oh my God, was this illegal? Were there drugs in there?”
“It’s not illegal, and as far as I know, there weren’t drugs.”
“Well then, why were you there?” I narrow my eyes in frustration.
Bryant starts to laugh, sitting back and spreading his arms across the back of the seats.
“Aren’t they cute?” Maren coos.
Walker’s chest tenses, clearly not as pleased as his friend.
“You should have seen him when she hurt her crotch. He was so sweet.”
“I didn’t hurt my crotch! It was my groin,” I argue, heat creeping up my face.
“Same difference.” She shrugs, uncaring.
“It’s not, my crotch—”
“Stop talking about your crotch!” Walker roars, sending Maren into a fit of giggles.
“Bryant, Walker gets a little testy when it comes to Emi. On their very first date, he scared the waiter away and then pulled a gun on me when I interrupted them making out.” Maren continues to talk, not swayed by the tension filling the air between us.
“The gig’s up, Maren. I may not be able to spank your ass, but you’ve got some explaining to do, too.”
“Me? I didn’t do—” she starts, but I interrupt her.
“You’re not getting anywhere near my ass for a long time if you don’t st—”
“Don’t finish that statement. Choose your words carefully, Emerson, or should I say Carrie and Miranda?” he says low enough for only me to hear.
His knowledge of our names causes my stomach to plummet again. I chew on my bottom lip, looking at Maren for help. She’s useless.
“I see you’re finally getting the picture.”
He’s right; I see the picture loud and clear.
We’re busted.
I stare at the coffee table, which is now littered with the contents of our purses and the items Walker found in Maren’s car. All of it Trixsters gear. He sets his laptop up, facing us, and observes my reaction.
I know what he’s going to show us before he even hits play, but I still cringe when the video comes to life. Apparently, Maren doesn’t feel the same because she starts giggling.
“What is wrong with you tonight?” I jab her with my elbow. “You’ve been giggling like a loon. Don’t you understand the gravity of this situation?”
“There is no gravity. And the reason I’m laughing is because I’m relieved.”
“Relieved? You realize we’ve been caught, right?”
“Yes, by Walker, which is perfect.”