Page 33 of Obsession on Repeat
Her eyes lit up. She slid her legs off the leather arm of the chair and sat up, suddenly invested. "I pegged you for a digit girl. You know, someone with several boyfriends, maybe a girlfriend or two. Wild nights, no names remembered in the morning."
I raised a brow, unimpressed.
"But then I did a little research." She wiggled her fingers like she’d conjured a spell. "And stumbled on some juicy tabloids. You and a certain actor…?"
"Of course you did."
"So, is it true?"
"Some of it, the restis clickbait."
She tilted her head, curiosity bubbling beneath her smirk. "You’re very contained for someone who is dating Hollywood’s favorite jawline."
"It’s not a performance. I don’t owe the world an explanation because someone snapped a photo."
For a second, she went quiet, then surprisingly, she smiled. "You’re way more interesting than your headlines." She stood up from the couch and glanced at her watch. "It’s seven o’clock, we have a meeting in thirty minutes on the main floor. Do you want me to come back to get you?"
"I’m pretty sure I can find the main floor by myself," I teased. "I’ll see you down there."
After she left, I looked around for a few more minutes, content to study the turntables.
Upon hearing a soft knock on the door, I turned to find an unfamiliar man standing in the open doorway. He was tall, easily over six feet, and had long brown hair to his shoulders framing strong facial features, a trimmed goatee and light green eyes.
He flashed me a bright smile, the action lighting up his handsome features. "Sorry, I was looking for Vanessa."
"Last time I saw her, she was in the stockroom."
"Ah, taking inventory no doubt. Not sure why she pays Gina to do it when she’s always going behind her to double check it." He stepped inside, the door shutting, and extended his hand. "Asher Lark."
"Lorelai Jones, but please call me Rory." I pumped his hand with a quick smile. I surveyed his black cargo pants and black shirt with the white Euphoria logo. "Do you work here, too?"
"Uh, in a way, I guess I do. I own Euphoria."
"I thought Vanessa owned Euphoria."
"It was a joint venture when we opened five years ago. I’m more of a silent partner." He flashed me another smile. "It’s nice to finally put a face to the name of such a world-wide famous DJ."
"I don’t know if I would say world-wide, but I appreciate the opportunity to work here."
"DJ Fetish is an interesting stage name."
I couldn’t stop the blush that spread across my cheeks. "I thought of it when I was seventeen, so it might lack a little creativity."
"I wouldn’t say it lacks anything."
"I should probably head downstairs for the meeting."
He swung open the door. "After you, Rory."
A crowd of employees had already gathered together, Vanessa standing in the middle with a clipboard. I spotted Gina waving at me and maneuvered my way over to stand beside her.
"I see you met Daddy."
"Who?"
She nudged her head in the direction of where Asher was now talking to Vanessa. "Our other boss."
"Yeah, he came into the booth looking for Vanessa."
