Page 64 of Nothing to You
“Thought you were talking about Rox,” he said.“On the Madonna score, she does an amazing ‘Material Girl’ number.”
“She does not.”
“Calling me a liar?”he asked, grabbing an apple from the bowl on top of the fridge.
“Unless you can prove it, yeah.When did you see her—”
“On stage at her birthday gig.”He took a big bite of the apple and spoke around it.“Bet there’s footage somewhere.Seduce Z, he’ll show you.”
“You can’t hack it for me?”
“I could, but my way’s funnier.”He nodded at Franco.“Who’s this guy again?”
“A loyal employee.Ignore him, Franco.He aims for funny and misses every time.”
Leaning in, Rourke buried his face in her hair.“There’s one spot I hit every time,” he grumbled.
When his hand swung toward her panties, she swatted it away.“You wanted to change something?”
But her colleague’s mind was elsewhere.“What about…” Franco said.“What I said about… Joyner?”
“Who’s Joyner?”Rourke asked.“Darts Man?”
“No, that was a one-night thing, and that’s not what he meant.”
“What did he mean?”Rourke asked, slipping his hand into her shirt to caress her breast, scooping her body in front of his.
She stepped away from him, not away from him because it was him, but toward Franco, the breakfast bar still between them.
“Franco, you’re a great guy, and we can totally grab a drink sometime,” she said.“Screwing Rourke does not change my availability.”
Although it didn’t help that he came up behind her and crouched to hold her hips.
“Good luck to the guy who follows my example,” her arrogant friend said.“But I’ll let you take her for a spin around the block if you’ve got something I want.”
Her head turned ninety degrees.“What does he have that you want?And who gave you the right to pimp me out?”
“My house, my car, my building, your employment—”
“Oh,” she said, spinning on the spot to glare.“I should be grateful?”
“You’re beholden to me.”
“Far from it,” she said, serious in the face of his amusement.“Just because I allow you the privilege of pleasuring my body, does not give you the right to own or control it.”
“What about the credit card?”
“No.”
“The sushi?”
“No sushi is worth my self-respect.”
“My charming personality?”
“Maybe if you had one.”
“Because I’m male and superior to you?”His eyes glittered as they flared, daring her even as he addressed Franco.“Get ready for fireworks, loyal employee.You might need goggles and a cup for what she’s brewing.”
