Prince of the Playhouse by Tara Lain Read Free Book Online Page B

world—Anson is coming to our little playhouse?”
    “Yep.”
    “Holy shit.”
    Merle cocked his head. “Aww, come on, Lottie, I’m counting on you to like me best.”
    “Oh, I do, I do, dear.” She patted his hand. “But Gray Anson in tights. That I have to see. That boy is hung!”
    Ru sputtered. “No tights.” But he couldn’t stop laughing long enough to get the words across. “How would you know that, Mrs. O? Hollywood rumors?”
    “Oooh no. You mean you don’t know about the Gray Anson nude site?”
    “Uh, no.” If a kiss from Merle didn’t send his cock into orbit, the prospect of seeing Gray’s package unveiled totally did. Maybe he could find it? “Okay, you two play nice. I have to get to work.” He kissed the air in their direction, turned, and powered up the walkway and into the door of the cottage. As he hung up his jacket, he heard Merle’s car start and saw the lights move away.
    The sketchbook and pile of drawings on his dining room table called him—but not as much as the laptop sitting beside them. If I just search Gray Anson nude—
    He grabbed the computer, sat on the couch, and did just that. A list of Gray Anson links turned up—the first of literally thousands of pages of references. The top searches were all paid links to films, upcoming releases, scenes, and reviews from older movies. In the middle of the pack— Nude Photos of Gray Anson Surface .
    He clicked.
    This link has been removed.
    Shit! He used the back arrow. A couple of links said something about Gray suing for removal of illicitly acquired photos of him in the nude. That explained that. The long arm of the movie-star law. Disgusting how disappointed I feel.
    The knock at his door brought his head up, and a quick flip closed the laptop cover.
    He walked to the door. Some enthusiastic scratching gave him a clue. He opened and two giant poodles leaped up to lick his face. “Okay, okay. I love you too.”
    Mrs. O stood there with a handful of papers. “Got a minute?”
    “Just working.”
    She waved the handful of paper-printed photos. Ru glanced and gasped softly. She smiled. “I knew you’d never believe me since all the nude photos are taken down. I guess he’s got a lot of power to fight crap like this.” She grinned. “But I copied all the pictures the first time I saw them.” She nudged him, and the dogs pushed between them. “Wanna see?”
    Well, Jesus, no way could he look at Gray’s dong and not get hard. That would be embarrassing. But man, did he want to see.
    She rattled the papers. “I know you’re busy, so I made you a set. Not as good as the originals—well, actually the original originals are pretty bad, since somebody took them with a long lens, and these are worse than that.” She assumed a drawl. “But it don’t take no magnifying glass, baby, to see Anson’s equipment, that’s for dang sure.”
    Well, hell. He reached for the prize. She snatched them back. “You sure you’re ready?” She laughed.
    “Uh, maybe not, you crafty minx.”
    “Okay, I’m only going to show you one, then you can explore the rest on your own.”
    He wanted to rip the pictures from her hand, shove her out the door, and feast. Instead he smiled. “I’m full of anticipation.”
    “You better be.” She grabbed one of the papers, glanced down at it, flipped it over, and held it in front of his face as she cried, “My eyes! My eyes!”
    Whoa. He swallowed. Say something clever, asshole. “That’s pretty impressive.”
    She frowned. “Pretty?” She looked at the grainy black-and-white photo like they must be seeing different things. “Come on, that’s a nine- or ten-inch doofus, right? And this picture is pretty intriguing, because I’d call that at half-mast. There he is hanging with a bunch of guys, not a female in sight, and his thing is peppy.”
    “Uh, yes.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe the women are inside putting on sexy lingerie or something?”
    “Maybe. But I know for a while