Page 347 of Rock Me All Night
"I'm not judging. If I had any, I'd show off."
Tom's eyes go straight to my chest. He doesn't even pretend he's not staring.
"You have some." Desire spreads over his face. "Bet you look damn good naked. Was hoping to get you that way when I saw you in my room."
My cheeks flush. I look for a sign he's joking, but there's none. "You do realize that platonic friends don't have these kinds of conversations?"
"Who cares what people usually do? Our friendship, our rules."
That makes sense. Kind of.
"If it bugs you, I'll stop." He makes eye contact. "You want me to stop?"
My cheeks flush.
Tom smiles. "Didn't think so."
"I would like you to get to the point. Please."
His gaze goes to my chest for a long moment then it's back to my eyes. "I need help maintaining the rock and roll image. Should only be once every couple weeks."
"Okay."
"You're judging again."
I shake my head. "Just curious."
"Things go better if the press is talking about me taking home a lingerie model than if they're asking why we canceled our second tour or looking for my biological mom or realizing Miles was MIA for three months."
"Oh."
"Yeah. The other guys, they don't want attention unless it's about their musical talents. Miles, when he was single, he didn't mind so much—the playboy thing. But it's better if people don't look too close. They see the cracks."
"You're keeping the attention on your slutty ways so no one bothers your bandmates?"
He nods.
It's sweet in a strange way.
Tom may be a bad boy, he's a hell of a great guy.
"I want the pictures you sent me. For my Instagram." He smiles. "There are gonna be a lot of vibrators running out of battery tonight."
He's effortless with that claim.Hey, I'm Tom. Women are going to masturbate to my photographs tonight. No big deal.
Wait. He thinks women are going to masturbate to photographs I took? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended.
"How do you want me to credit you?" he asks. "Do you use your real name or a stage name?"
I can't use my real name. Bradley might look me up. Okay. Might as well do like Drew and channel the dark knight. "How about Willow Wayne?"
He laughs. "Like Batman?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No. Just didn't think you were into rich guys who beat people up." He pulls out his phone.
"Are you going to pay me?"
