Page 341 of Rock Me All Night
Tom: Doubtful.
Willow: I hope you're wrong. I have an appointment in half an hour. I'll see you later.
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Tom is sittingon the salon couch, legs spread in that relaxed position confident guys always take. The one that saysyou're lucky to have the chance to drop to your knees and blow me.
Not that I'm wondering what that metal stud would feel like against my tongue.
Dammit. Since when do I fantasize about giving head?
"Hey, kid. What's up?" Tom smiles and pats the spot next to him.
The girl at the counter looks at him with lust. She's pretty. Short black hair and plenty of boob to fill out her low-cut blouse.
Tom shoots her a friendly nod. She bites her lip, grips the counter like she's gonna pee her tight black pants.
"Did Drew ask you to keep an eye on me?" I ask.
Tom nods. "Want to tell me why? Since you owe me an explanation for what you're running from."
"Just Drew being Drew."
"Uh-huh." He shifts up, bringing his knees a bit closer together. "You're full of shit."
"I don't need an eye kept on me."
"Course." He takes a long sip of his iced coffee. "But Miles and Drew are with their girls and Pete's not interested in company. So, as my new, platonic friend, you have to keep me entertained."
"That doesn't sound like the give and take of a healthy friendship."
Tom points to his mostly full drink. "I'll let you share my iced coffee."
The way he's laughing, I must be drooling.
"You want me to leave, say the word. I'll find someoneto do." His gaze goes to the eager receptionist. He looks at her like he's considering the possibility of fucking her, fingering her, eating her out, something.
"No. You can stay." I take a seat next to him. "You look like you spend a lot of time on your hair."
"You calling me vain?" He runs a hand through his wavy, dark blond hair. Shakes his head in mock offense. "So rude, Willow. Gonna kick me out of bed without breakfast too?"
"Not exactly vain. But you know you're handsome."
Like a young Brad Pitt, really.
Fuck, I'm gawking.
"You keep staring, you're gonna give me a complex." He smiles wide. "Willow, Willow, sitting there, who is the fairest of them all?"
"Shut up. You know you're beautiful. I've seen you in magazines. You soak it in."
"Have you?" He raises a brow. "Which ones? Was I naked?"
"Some of the time. But there was never anything showing." My cheeks flush. "I buy anything about Sinful Serenade. To support Drew, you know? If I'm ever Annie Leibovitz famous, he can buy all my stuff."
His knee presses against mine. Thankfully or tragically, we're both wearing jeans. That makes the heat spreading through my body tolerable.
Yes. Platonic friends. I can do that.
