Page 344 of Rock Me All Night
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My hair is short, just past my chin, and the tips are pink.
It's perfect.
I'm not that naive girl who didn't know better. I'm dangerous, sexy. The kind of girl who demands what she wants. An edgy photographer who doesn't take shit from anyone.
I thank the stylist as she pulls back the cape. It takes me a full minute to regain my senses.
Tom is at the counter, not quite flirting with the receptionist, but certainly soaking up her admiration.
"Oh my Gosh. That song... what's it called?No Way in Hell. That one's my favorite. The beat is amazing. Even my friends who only listen to dubstep like it."
"Thanks, honey." He leans closer, smiling at her.
"And the lyrics... Oh my Gosh. Sweet. Is it really true that... what's his name? Your singer. Did he really write that about his girlfriend?"
"Yeah. He's crazy about her."
"What about you? Crazy about anyone?"
"Nah, I don't do that kind of thing."
She giggles. "What's the lyric in the song?" She starts humming. "No way, not me, I don't do this kind of thing?"
"That's it.
Tom smiles but there's a hint of irritation in his expression. He must be tired of hearing this over and over again.
She hands back his credit card.
What the hell is his credit card doing out?
He signs the receipt and hands it back to her. "Thanks a lot, honey. I'll pass the compliment on."
"Sure." The smiles falls off her face as she looks at me. She leans in closer, to whisper. "Is that your girlfriend?"
"No. Just a real good friend. Thanks for taking such good care of her."
"It was all Gina." She giggles. "But Gina only listens to country. I doubt she recognizes you."
"What are you doing paying for me?" I ask.
"It's no big deal."
"It's a big deal to me." I look at the flirty receptionist. "How much was it?"
Tom grabs my wrist as he makes puppy dog eyes at her. "Don't tell her. She's real demanding."
She nods, attentive, ready to follow any order he has. "Of course not. Bye, Tom!"
He shoots her a flirty wave as he pulls me out of the store.
His hands go to my waist. He holds me in place, my body pressed against his.
Dammit. I'm not going to let lust distract me from my point. I swallow the sigh rising in my throat. "Tom Steele, how much was that?"
"About two hundred dollars."
