Page 3 of Torrid Love
He rolls his eyes at me.
“If it’s jetlag, I’ll get my executive assistant to send her whatever kind of medication she needs. We’ll pay. We need Dom back on Monday, Rod!” he repeats.
My best friend has her own company—independent from ours—but you’d never know listening to Loki.
“Yes, boss. I’m right on it, boss. Anything else, boss?” I mock.
He rubs his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I’m overreacting. Clearly, I’m stressed out. Just call her, Rod.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“Hopefully her time away will have cleared up whatever tension that’s been playing out between the two of you in the last few months.”
He’s never brought this up before.
“What are you talking about?” I choose to play dumb.
“The way you’ve been acting around each other, you’d never know you’ve been best friends for the past twelve years. You’ve been bickering like an old married couple.”
“I’m sure she was overwhelmed with all her projects and her pending trip. And I’ve been knee deep as well.”
Loki pins me with a suspicious stare. “Let’s hope that’s all it is.”
“Why do I feel you’re accusing me of something?”
He arches an eyebrow in response.
Whatever.
“Hopefully the yacht party will lighten your mood,” I veer the conversation.
“Having Dom back is the only thing that will put my mind at ease. That said, I am looking forward to it. After all, nobody throws a party like Eddie Michaels. What a way to kick off the weekend!”
“That’s for sure.”
Our buddy Eddie is what you call a triple threat in showbiz. He started out as a heartthrob popstar with some impressive dance moves before taking Hollywood by storm.
“The guy always parties hard, but now he has a really good reason for celebrating.”
“And that means a bevy of smoking hot women for all of Eddie’s friends,” I chuckle.
“The guy sure knows how to attract ’em. Not that you have anything to complain about. Hanging out with you is always a blessing,” he laughs. “Well, last night being the exception. Maybe we’ll get luckier than we did last night,” he grimaces.
“One would hope so, but who knows with Eddie’s entourage.”
Loki and I hit a few clubs last night. He ended up with a sexy petite redhead. I hooked up with her friend––a stunning blonde with big brown eyes and spectacularly enhanced DD tits. We went back to her place. As things were getting hot and heavy, she excused herself. I never expected her to walk back into the bedroom carrying a platter of uppers. She claimed speed kept her thin, happy, energized and horny. That’s a deal breaker for me nowadays. I kicked my drug habit to the curb and I’m not going back. No pussy is worth a relapse. I zipped up and got the hell out of there. Turns out Loki was in the same predicament.
“All right. Eddie’s yacht sails at three. Let me tie up a few loose ends and we’ll head out to the port.”
“Sounds good.”
“In the meantime, call Dom!”
“Go!” I wave him off.
* * *
Loki is right. Things have been pretty weird between my best friend and I. It seems like everything about me irritates the hell out of her. The only problem is, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s a natural progression when people have been this close for this long. I’ve been tiptoeing through it like I’m walking on glass, careful not to make matters worse. I can’t afford to lose her as my best friend. She means too much to me. Whatever it is that’s caused this friction between us, I hope her time away will have mellowed her out. Eager to hear all about her trip and catch-up, I dial her up. She answers on the first ring.
