Page 21 of Dirty Like Me
Wrong again.Thatwas the last thing I expected him to say.
“You know, like in the video.”
I blinked at him. Repeatedly. “Um… in the video we wereacting.”
“Yeah.”
I stared at him. For a while.
Then I started to get annoyed. What the hell did he think I was, some kind of rent-a-babe?
“Yeah,” I said, a little edge to my voice. “Andyouwere…you know…”
His mouth curled in a devious grin. “Hard.”
Jesus. He didn’t even try to make excuses or act the slightest degree embarrassed about it. Kind of made me feel sorry for his real girlfriend. Even though she was gorgeous, talented and filthy rich. I mean, her boyfriend was in bed with me, with a giant erection, and he wasn’t even pretending to care.
And now this?
“But youhavea girlfriend.”
“Nope,” he said. “Broke up.”
Okay. Totally new information.
My hungover brain scrambled to make sense of it.
“But you were together when we shot the video?”
“Actually, we broke up over a month before the shoot. Just didn’t go public with it yet.”
Shit.
Which meant when we shot the video hewasn’tbeing a dirty, cheating bastard when he kissed me. I figured he’d only done it because his giant ego was bruised when he thought I was into Zane. And I’d only kissed him back because with his tongue in my mouth I’d kind of forgotten, momentarily, that he wasn’t single.
I definitely would’ve felt a lot less dirty and conflicted over the whole thing, though, if I’d known he was.
He stared at me, grinning, as I contemplated this.
I stared back, blushing like an idiot. Just trying to calm myself the fuck down and listen to what the man was saying. Because he wasn’t asking me tobehis girlfriend. He was asking me to be his girlfriendlike in the video. Which meant…
“But… you were paying me to… um… do all that stuff.”
“Right.”
“So you want tohireme to be yourfakegirlfriend?”
“Yeah, on tour.” When I just stared at him, he added, “A tour is what musicians do, usually after putting out a new album. You know, they schedule shows at various venues and people buy tickets to those shows and then the musicians show up and play their songs.”
I frowned at him. “I know what a tour is.”
“You looked a little confused.”
Try a lot confused. “I think I need more information.”
“Sure. I’m doing a six-week North American tour in support of my new album. Mostly in the U.S., a couple of shows here in Canada. And Brody’s phone has been ringing off the hook. Everyone wants the scoop on the new girl.”
“New girl?”
