“I’d like to interview you as I do with the guests on my show. And record it.” I intensify the clasp of my arms around her neck. “I don’t think I can just let you go without a lasting memory. I mean, I probably could, but I don’t want to. Why should I?”

“Didn’t you say you and your team research guests for a long time before you interview them?” Camille asks.

“This would be a different kind of interview. More exploratory than usual.”

“I’ve seen a few clips. The one in which you interview Ruby Rose is very popular on YouTube apparently. Must have been because of the sexual tension.”

I shake my head. “People will always see what they want to see.”

“Just so you know, if we do this, the sexual tension will be palpable on the screen…” She bites my earlobe. “So I have a counter offer.”

“I’m all ears,” I whisper, which causes her to sink her teeth into my earlobe again.

“You can interview me all you want if, afterward, I can make a video of my own.”

“What kind of video did you have in mind?” If I’m catching her drift, the thought is at the same time exhilarating and terrifying.

“You and me in the bedroom.” Her lips are on my neck, touching.

“A sex tape?” I blurt out.

“If that’s what you want to call it.”

I chuckle. “I’m not so sure of that. I’m not sure it’s wise.”

“I never said it would be wise.” She pushes herself away from me and stares at me. “It would be irresponsible and foolish, but oh so hot. And a lasting memory we can use over and over again.”

“When you put it like that…” I pull her close again. She could convince me of everything in a heartbeat, but I can’t help but be cautious. “Still, the possible negative consequences need thinking about.”

“The only way there could ever possibly be negative consequences is if the video got leaked.”

“Indeed. I mean, you’re about to become a grandmother. Think about it.”

“So, it comes down to a matter of trust,” Camille says.

“Hm.” I look away from her for an instant. “As you might have guessed, I have some trust issues.”

“Hey.” She takes a step so she can stand in front of me again. “You’re not alone with those.” A pause. “Maybe it can be a good exercise. For the both of us.”

“But I barely—”

Camille brings a finger to my lips—she really does like to touch them—and says, “I know what you’re going to say. You barely know me.” She removes her finger and cups her hand around my jaw. “Sometimes it takes a stranger to restore our confidence and trust in humanity.”

“That’s all well and good, but it still doesn’t mean we should make a sex tape.”