Page 20 of Tank’s Weakness

Well, almost all the details. I didn’t tell her about how our one-night stand was almost a flop because of me. Just that we hooked up and that Tank wants to do it again. How he tracked me down despite me giving him the wrong number.

By the time I’m done filling her in, her mouth is open, and her eyes are wide.

“Are you serious?” she asks once she finds some words.

“Yes.”

She leans toward me. “So let me get this straight. Dipshit harassed you, and you walked up to a complete stranger, who has face tattoos, and kissed him. Said stranger then bought you a drink and then took you to a hotel room and made you come?”

I cringe. “When you put it like that, I kind of sound like a whore.”

She rolls her eyes. “Please, you are so far from a whore it’s not even funny. What you are is lucky. You lived most women’s wildest dreams, and you don’t even realize it.”

“He tracked me down after the fact,” I remind her.

She waves her hand through the air. “Who gives a shit. That’s hot. You were such good conversation, and your pussy was a drug that he had to come find you. That’s amazing.”

“Is it though?”

She shakes her head slowly. “Yes, but based on your reaction, you aren’t telling me something. Otherwise, you would agree.”

I don’t want to break his trust, but I need to get it off my chest. I don’t know how to compute what he told me. Not without a sounding board.

“Delaney Grace, just spit it out,” she snaps.

“He likes it when his partner is in control, calling the shots. He doesn’t like to be the one who leads.”

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she’s quiet. “Are you telling me that he likes to be dominated?”

I nod. “I guess you could say that.”

She leans back and speaks softly, “Holy shit, you found a leprechaun.”

“Be serious, Erica,” I say, taking a drink.

“I am. You found the holy grail of men. They only get off if you do. They want whatever you want. It’s almost unheard of. They like taking instructions. You hit the literal jackpot.”

“You say that, but I have no idea what it means. What it entails,” I say, throwing my free hand up. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved what we did even if I don’t quite understand it, but that doesn’t mean I can do it. This is all new to me, and I didn’t even know it was an actual thing.”

“Yeah, but that’s an easy fix,” she says as she reaches toward my TV remote.

“Oh really, and what do you have in mind?” I scoff.

“Porn,” she says as she turns on my TV, pulling up my internet browser.

I freeze. “You can’t be serious. We can’t watch porn.”

She looks over at me and raises a brow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s weird to watch with someone else?” I say weakly.

Erica rolls her eyes and then hits the button on the remote that picks up voices. “Woman dominating man in bedroom.”

Next thing I know, hundreds of videos flood my screen.

“This is weird,” I mutter as she scrolls.

“Okay, this one. It’s got the highest views,” she says as she clicks on a thumbnail.