Page 12 of Role Play
I groaned. “Right. In his forties. And we were twenty-one.Twice ourage.”
“So, I have a thing for older guys. Sue me.” Andrea gave a wave of her hand and tossed her hair casually. “As I was saying, you know how I had to sign that confidentiality waiver when I started workinghere?”
“Yes…”
“And remember how I told you I spent a few weeks filling in for the bartender upstairs? Bartending for the private section?” she whispered, barely even mouthing thewords.
I nodded, urging her to go on. “Yeah…so?”
“I told you that night that there were a few high-profile Hollywood types that were regulars up there,right?”
I shrugged. “What’s your point” Andrea knew me better than anyone, and knew I didn’t give a crap about Hollywood gossip. A sick feeling dropped in my stomach. “Oh, God. Do not tell me my uncle wasupstairs…”
“No… not Richard, but you’re close…” Andrea shook her head, lips pressed into a firm line. “Youreallydon’t know where I’m going with this?” Her gaze rose, falling on something or someone over myshoulder
I turned in my seat, following Andrea’s gaze. I didn’t have to follow it far, though. There in the bar, walking directly toward us was AshLivingston.
