Page 302 of Rock Me All Night
"Only thing you want is for him to realize he's an asshole and try to make it up to you."
I nod.
Her phone buzzes. She looks at the screen, her brow furrowing.
"What?"
"Tom bought you a ticket from LAX to SFO. For tomorrow afternoon. It's first class."
"What's the catch?"
"He wants to take you to the airport." She stares at her phone like she's looking for some hidden meaning. "He didn't phrase it like an offer."
There goes any potential that this won't be hanging over my head all week. A first-class ticket is a decent way to travel. If things weren't all fucked, I'd prefer being in the car with Drew, even for eight hours.
But they are fucked.
First class is worth thirty minutes in Tom's car.
"Okay," I say. "What time?"
"Two. He'll pick you up at noon and buy you lunch. There's nothing to eat here and Miles and I are leaving first thing for Hawaii." She presses her fingers into her phone. "Unless... we can go in a few days."
"No way. You're not delaying your trip for me. I'll feel a million times worse."
"You sure? You'd probably do it for me."
"Not if Drew looked at me the way Miles looks at you."
"He does. He's just stupid. Miles is stupid too. It takes guys time to pull their heads out of their asses. Especially when they're used to being idolized."
"I want to leave tomorrow." I leave the cereal on Meg's desk. Then it's back to the bed that's not quite as soft as it looks. "I need to see my mom and get this whole telling her I'm not working for her company thing over with."
She looks down at her phone. "You want anything specific in your suitcase?"
"A coat, I guess. It's probably fifty degrees in San Francisco."
"Condoms?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"Miles asked." She squints. "Why did he ask?" She taps a reply. A moment later she's laughing and shaking her head. "That's how you know an ex-player."
"Yeah?"
"He says the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."
"He's probably right."
"I’ll tell him you’d rather be on top." She taps a reply. "He says Pete could use the rebound fuck. But you need to bereallyinto dirty talk."
"Is he serious?"
She looks closely at the phone. "I'm ninety percent sure he's not. Pete's pretty cute. Has that dark hair. Also good with his hands—"
"Areyouserious?"
She shakes her head. "Do you want the condoms?"
"I want Drew."
She taps a reply and tosses her phone on her desk. "How about an action movie to drown your thoughts?"
"One with really loud explosions, please."
