Christ’s sake, and she was going to go ahead with this research for her articles with or without him. Surely, she would be better carrying it out with him—a good friend who would look after her—than with some idiot she’d only known for five minutes.
Rusty knew he had a reputation in the bedroom, and he liked to think it was well-deserved, but he knew he had to be careful here. This was all about Faith and letting her explore her sexuality in a safe environment. He loved her—she was one of his best friends—and he had to make sure he let her lead the way and have fun with a man who wasn’t going to hurt her, or think about anything other than her pleasure.
He made himself think of the contract. She’d drawn it up specifically because she didn’t want anything long term—she only wanted seven sexual encounters, and after that, it would all be over. He didn’t have to worry about how he was going to end it, or how she would feel afterward. This was purely business, a good deed for a good friend.
He glanced at her, getting a perfect view down the front of her cleavage, and gave a silent groan. Don’t kid yourself, dude . This wasn’t all about helping Faith out. He’d thought about having sex with her for years. If this wasn’t a dream come true, he didn’t know what was.
He let his arm sink lower until he’d draped it around her shoulder. And smiled when she didn’t pull away.
Faith’s eyes nearly fell out of her head when the actor in Ocean’s Eleven Inches first appeared. Even clothed, his equipment was impressive. “Whoa, Jesus. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Rusty started laughing, and she looked up at him in alarm. “That’s got to be fake, right?”
“I suspect not, sweetheart, or the film would be probably called Ocean’s Four-and-a-Half Inches .”
“But… It’s not genetically possible, is it?”
“I think it’s possible, but not very common. Let’s just say I don’t think you should judge your future lovers—including me, by the way—by this standard.”
She laughed and kissed his cheek before turning back to the DVD. “I can’t take my eyes off it.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“Ah… Not so much. More ‘elephant in the room’.”
He chuckled as she lifted up the clipboard and wrote a few notes. Then she leaned back against his arm and nibbled her pen as her eyes went back to the screen. “I’m guessing these sorts of films aren’t big on plot.”
“Oh no, there’s a story. You just have to dig deep.” He pointed at the screen and she had a sudden vision of how he must look in the classroom, explaining the Reformation or the Renaissance or something. “You see, this one’s about a young lady, who’s quite clearly got lost in the big city…”
“In a very short skirt…”
“In a very short skirt and with surprisingly little material in her top, and she’s wandered into this paper manufacturers, and this very kind man has agreed to help her out…”
“By removing her clothes…”
“Yes, by helping her rearrange her clothing…”
“I’m guessing it’s quite cold in the warehouse.”
He grinned. “And now she’s dropped something down the back of the photocopier…”
“Yes, and she’s reaching over to pick it up, and—whoa! Jeez!” They both winced. “That came out of nowhere,” said Faith, eyes wide.
They watched for a few minutes in silence. Eventually Rusty looked down at her and started laughing.
“What?”
“You know those glasses you can buy in joke shops, where the eyes are on springs and fall out as you lean forward?”
She glanced at him before looking back at the screen. “Are you surprised? I mean…this is my first porn movie. It’s a bit…”
“What?” He ran a light finger along her jaw and she looked up at him. His eyes were tender. “You okay? You want to turn it off?”
“No, no…” He totally had the wrong idea. “It’s just… It’s more…um…explicit than I thought it would