Page 352 of Rock Me All Night
I step sideways, adjust my clothes, anything to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied.
"You have a picture or something?" Tom asks. "For our head of security. I'll make sure he keeps it from Drew."
I nod. There are lots of pictures of him online, from his college football days. I pick the most recent one.
"Thanks." Tom borrows my phone for a minute then hands it back. "It's okay. I'll make sure he's not around."
"It's nothing."
"Yeah. Of course."
I nod. Of course it's nothing. But I'm not selling that story. Not even a little bit.
Tom studies me. He must decide I'm okay, because the serious look drops off his face.
He slides his arm around my waist. "You're probably caffeine deprived. Let's get a coffee or something."
* * *
After an almond milklatte and a one-sided conversation about horror movies, I am over-caffeinated and sufficiently distracted. It's clear why Tom runs around like a monkey on cocaine. The man drinks an ungodly amount of iced coffee.
His fingertips skim my palm. He's back to his usual bouncy self. No cracks, no softness, no signs he's ever been hurt.
He looks me in the eyes. "You feeling properly energized?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I have an idea. Want to indulge me?"
"Depends on what your idea is."
"The tabloids need to know about my new fuck buddy," he says.
I'm not following. "You don't have a fuck buddy."
"Sure I do." He nods to me. "She's a mystery girl with an edgy hairstyle and great taste in men."
He means me. Okay. This might work.
"You're game?" He asks.
Maybe. I nod anyway.
"Then let's take a picture of us fucking."
