He nodded. “Do they contain any non-consensual acts? Because if they do, you’ll need a different kind of lawyer. I can refer you out to a criminal attorney.”

I flinched. Was he seriously asking me that? At my physical response, his expression softened, turning from businesslike to sympathetic.

“I have to ask,” Stewart placated. “Covering the bases. It’s nothing against you, son. I would ask Dallas the same thing.”

“Nothing like that,” I said. “But I didn’t consent to the recording, if that counts.”

My phone chimed in my hand. It was a text from Bailey. Guilt flooded me. I dismissed the message and flipped the ringer to silent.

“Were you aware of it at the time?”

“Kind of. I caught the girl with her phone’s camera on and got mad. She said she deleted it. I thought she did. But I was pretty, uh, intoxicated.”

Stewart made notes on a pad of paper in front of him, then looked back up. “It’s a criminal offense to record someone engaging in sexual acts without their permission.”

This confirmed what I had gathered based on my internet research, but it was of little comfort right now. I didn’t want to press charges after my life exploded; I wanted to defuse the bomb.

“What if they pass it around?” I swallowed, mouth suddenly desert dry.

“The state doesn’t have specific laws that govern revenge porn. But blackmailing you about releasing would be an offense. Those are criminal matters. For those, you’d have to go to the police and file a statement to press charges.”

Cops. Great. If there was a group of people that didn’t like me, it was them.

And like a big-ass hockey player filing charges against a chick half his size would go over well. Great optics there in terms of my career.

“Okay.”

“I have to caution you, though, that it would be messy and public. If a civil suit arises, or you want to initiate one, that’s where I come in. Also messy and public.” He scanned my face. “But I assume you don’t want to poke the hornet’s nest right now.”

“Correct.”

“Generally speaking, that is what I would advise,” Stewart said. “Wait until we have a better handle on what the situation is.”

“I’m trying to figure it out, but I think she’s lying to me. She says the video doesn’t exist, but there are rumors circulating that have me worried. Seems like a smoke-fire kind of thing.”

“We work with excellent private investigators. It might be worth seeing what they can dig up.”

How was this my life? Hiring a fucking PI?

“As long as they don’t draw more attention to it.”