Page 31 of Obsession on Repeat
I almost swallowed my tongue but managed to regain my composure. "Of course."
"If you need some time to think about this…"
"No!" I objected loudly with a shake of my head. I blushed at seeing Vanessa’s amused look and cleared my throat. "I’ll take the job. I’d be honored."
"I believe the pleasure is all ours. Come with me, and we’ll fill out the necessary paperwork."
10
EverysinglethingIresearched about Euphoria told me the same thing. For five years in a row, anyone who was someone in LA wanted to be seen there. It was the number one spot for nightlife, and it didn’t get much bigger when it came to parties and after-award show shindigs.
When he returned home, he found me in the kitchen humming at the stove. "Hey, baby." He tugged at his tie, shrugging off his jacket to hang it on a chair at the table. "Something smells fantastic."
"I made your favorite, chicken stir-fry." I lowered the heat on the skillet. "I have great news. I took the job at Euphoria."
He slipped his tie free and tossed it on top of the jacket. "That is great, but isn’t it a little more exposed than what you were aiming for?"
"Maybe." I stirred the chicken. "But when I went for my interview, it felt right. It’s amazing, the number one place to be in LA. If I make it spinning at Euphoria, there won’t be a single club on this planet that won’t hire me."
"Any club would be crazy not to hire you, Rory, but that’s not the point. I remember a conversation we had not too long ago about how you wanted to stay below the radar."
"Well, I seem to remember our conversation was aimed more at the fact I wanted us to be below the radar, not my job."
He actually scoffed out loud. "So we’re never going out together? You’re never coming to my premieres? In case you’ve forgotten, the media already knows about you. I think my sister has a few newspapers to prove my point."
"As far as they’re concerned, I was some random girl you met on vacation, and I’m still in Australia."
"Well, you’re not, and as soon as your job starts printing fliers and heating up promotion, the media will track you down again."
I shoved the skillet off the eye and turned to face him. "Okay, first off, I never show my face on fliers." I counted on my fingers. "Secondly, I go by a stage name. You’ve got some nerve to tell me what to do when it comes to themedia. You certainly can’t keep them out of your business, so don’t tell me how to handle mine!"
"That was a bit uncalled for; I’m not trying to pick a fight with you."
"I told you that I won’t give up my job to be with you, and you said you would never ask me to do that. I’ve finally found a place, and you don’t have anything positive to say?"
"I told you I thought it was great! Forgive me for being concerned."
"If I want to hear concern, I’ll call my mother, and we know that’ll never happen!"
Sighing, Sullivan leaned against the fridge. "I’m aware that she passed away when you were a child, but other than that, you never talk about her. You never tell me anything about your childhood. I think I’ve been very understanding about everything. I’m sorry my concern came out wrong, but I’m not doing this."
My eyes narrowed. "Doing what? You and me? Are you dumping me?"
"I never said that! Why are we fighting?"
"I’m not sure."
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head as I pressed my cheek to his chest. "Let’s eat dinner, have some wine, and talk about this later."
I squeezed his waist. "How was work?"
"Boring. If I have to do one more interview where they ask me what my favorite color is, I’m going to scream."
"You poor thing. That sounds horrible."
"Yeah, yeah," he smiled, rolling his eyes. "You finish the food, and I’ll get the dishes."
"Left are the bathrooms." Gina Moretti, who had re-introduced herself to me as a savant of all things sexy and sometimes procurement manager, was giving me the tour, pointing left to right. "As you saw the other day, this office where Vanessa lurks is on the third floor."
