Page 39 of Drive Me Crazy
I should’ve kept my mouth shut. The last thing I need is Blake getting involved in anything Connor-related. “What’s that have to do with me?”
“Lucas said Blake should askyouabout him since he producedyourshow,” he answers, narrowing his eyes at me as if I’m an idiot for not putting two and two together. “I thought Blake was going to knock him out for suggesting it.”
I bite my lip to stop my mouth from hanging open. “Uh, I’m not on the best terms with him anymore.”
I’m leaving it at that. I don’t need Theo, or anyone else, knowing about the situation. There isn’t even a situation. It’s over and done with.
“Ah.” He doesn’t press me any further. “Well, don’t mention I said anything. Don’t want him getting all pissy at me, you know?”
I reassure him that I won’t, the nervous knots in mystomach slowly unraveling. I’m eager to start another game so I can focus my mind on something else. Theo’s happy to oblige.
“Blake’s going to burst in here soon,” he tells me a few minutes later. “Just so you know.”
“Doubtful.” I pick up speed and pass him up on the virtual circuit. “He likes his quiet time.”
“Unless someone else is encroaching on his territory. Us playing video games?” He dramatically places the back of his hand against his forehead. “Betrayal.”
“I’m not Blake’s territory.” He’s too concentrated on the game to see me roll my eyes. “Grow up.”
“You’re his writer,” Theo points out. “Want to make a bet?”
My cheeks heat at the memory of the last bet I made.
“Sure.” I sigh. It’s easier to say yes to Theo than spend twenty minutes arguing with him. “Let’s make a bet.”
I cross the finish line and Princess Peach prances across the screen for the second time in a row.
“If Blake comes in here in the next ten minutes … ” He taps on his chin in thought. Theo’s classically handsome, but being around him doesn’t make my stomach flip like flapjacks. Only Blake’s presence does that. “You have to tell Blake that I told you about us Eiffel-towering some bird in France.”
“Um, ew.” He can’t be serious. I thought he was going to say I have to buy him dinner or wear his number to the race.
“And if he doesn’t,” Theo continues after seeing my apprehension, “then I’ll let you read my DMs on Instagram.”
Oh, damn. He’s got me there. While Blake’s Instagram is run almost entirely by his team, Theo is a loose cannon. He live-streamed himself doing nothing for eight hours straight the other day. The things he comments on Instagram model’s bikini pics … so dirty even I blush reading them. Josie and I asked what it would take to read his DMs—they’ve got to be full-blown sexts—and apparently, I just found out.
Weshake on it and no fewer than five minutes later, Blake waltzes into the room without knocking. He looks extremely hot in his red racing suit, and it makes me feel very bothered. “Whatcha guys doing?”
Theo smiles at me with obvious enjoyment.Fuck. I’m sure the only reason Blake came in is because he could hear us through the thin walls and didn’t like that we were ruining his peace and quiet.
“I was here to interview Theo,” I say. “But we got side-tracked by our dear friend Mario.”
“We got some interviewing done.” Theo gives me an exaggerated pout. “Don’t throw me completely under the bus.”
“True. Theo did tell me about that threesome you guys had in France. Kind of cliché to Eiffel-tower someone in Paris, no?”
I’m a woman of my word, even if I’m cringing on the inside. I look at Blake to gauge his reaction. He stares back with blank confusion before shaking his head slightly.
“Wasn’t me,” he says slowly. “Pretty sure I’d remember that.”
Relief flows through me like lava. The idea of him and Theo doing that … no, thank you. The culprit can’t keep it together and breaks into a fit of hysterics.
“Oi, I can’t believe you followed through, Goldy,” he wheezes. “Good stuff, mate.”
Blake narrows his eyes at us and crosses his arms over his chest. Uh-oh. Looks like we’re in trouble.
“Let’s head down to the pit garage for the race,” Blake says while Theo gets control of himself. “I’d like to kick your arse in a respectable manner.”
Theo leaps up from the couch and the two of them sprint out of the room to race each other to the garage. It’s like they’re twelve years old. I stay in Theo’s suite for a little longer to finish typing up my notes so I don’t forget anything. By thetime I head down to the pit, everything is in full swing. Blake’s standing off to the side, watching the mechanics ready his car, but he’s still the center of attention. The energy in the room shifts to wherever he is.
