that doesn’t mean they aren’t up to something. Whatever the story, it feels like it’s the story that Viper wants.
“You don’t believe me,” he says. He takes a deep breath and looks at me under lowered lids. “You know, Lex, I’ve enjoyed meeting you. A lot . You do have killer lips, and they have been haunting me since last night.” His shoulders tighten, and his chin goes up. “But if you write a story about me and Josie, or Jared and Josie, I’ll sue you and Viper without hesitation.”
My eyes want to pop out of my head, but I keep my cool. Getting Viper sued doesn’t sound like it would yield a contract offer. “If you really aren’t sleeping with Josie, why threaten to sue?”
“I have a reputation.”
“For model banging. Porn star is just another notch,” I say. His mouth lifts a little as he rubs with exasperation at his brow.
“I have other projects in the works that wouldn’t accept my association with porn. And Jared’s wife knows it’s a lie, but they don’t need that in their lives. I meant what I said.” He’s stern but lighter than a second ago, and I decide not to push. “I know I am going to pay for telling you this,” he says under his breath. “Josie Vasquez and I have known each other long before she was Josie Pink. She is still with Skinny, but they are having problems. There is no affair. None.”
Oh, he’s good . Trusting me with information. Reverse psych. But my journalistic spidey sense is still tingling. He’s not lying, but he is omitting something. And by the look on his face, it’s something big.
We barely acknowledge each other as Evan pays the bill. I offer to expense it, but he waves me away, still not looking at me. I miss him teasing me. He called me a gossipmonger, and I wonder if my lips don’t look so good anymore. Fucking Viper. Fucking Lou . Once again, gossip is ruining my life.
Evan and I are silent as I lead the way out of the restaurant, waving to Johnny.
“See you later man,” I hear Evan say behind me.
It’s still a gorgeous afternoon, and I eye the taxis that are dropping people off.
“So what are you up to the rest of the day?” Evan asks over my shoulder, and I turn to him. He is wearing aviators and standing motionless with his hands in his pockets like he’s closed for business.
“Maybe walk around Golden Gate Park, sightsee, relax.” I shrug and smile.
He pauses for a moment, his mirrored shades and stony expression making him look ominous. “Come on, I’ll drop you in the park.” He cocks his head in the general direction of the parking lot, and I fall into step beside him.
“It’s okay, I can find my way,” I say to his back.
He just shakes his head at me and starts off toward the car lot. My feet fall in line.
“Thank you for brunch,” tumbles out of my mouth just as he slows in front of a shining black Mercedes-Benz. After two squeaks and a flash of the headlights, he holds open the passenger-side door.
“You’re very welcome,” he says, offering his hand for support. I take it, noting his hold is gentle but firm. My skin tingles with memory. “Careful,” he murmurs as I duck into the leather interior. After shutting the door, he walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat.
The car purrs as we pull out of the parking space, and I remember how much I miss driving. Living in Manhattan, I don’t need a car, but I love feeling that power in my hands and under my feet. If I’m honest, sports cars turn me on, and I feel a stir of desire as Evan comfortably whips through the midday traffic, his forearms flexing with each turn of the wheel.
I wonder if he’s ever gotten a blowjob while driving or has been fucked in the backseat while parked in a dark alley…
“What’s wrong?” Evan asks when I glance behind me, trying to picture it.
“Nothing. Um, I like your car,” I say quickly.
“Thanks,” he says proudly, as if I’d praised his cock. “Do you have a car in the
“You don’t believe me,” he says. He takes a deep breath and looks at me under lowered lids. “You know, Lex, I’ve enjoyed meeting you. A lot . You do have killer lips, and they have been haunting me since last night.” His shoulders tighten, and his chin goes up. “But if you write a story about me and Josie, or Jared and Josie, I’ll sue you and Viper without hesitation.”
My eyes want to pop out of my head, but I keep my cool. Getting Viper sued doesn’t sound like it would yield a contract offer. “If you really aren’t sleeping with Josie, why threaten to sue?”
“I have a reputation.”
“For model banging. Porn star is just another notch,” I say. His mouth lifts a little as he rubs with exasperation at his brow.
“I have other projects in the works that wouldn’t accept my association with porn. And Jared’s wife knows it’s a lie, but they don’t need that in their lives. I meant what I said.” He’s stern but lighter than a second ago, and I decide not to push. “I know I am going to pay for telling you this,” he says under his breath. “Josie Vasquez and I have known each other long before she was Josie Pink. She is still with Skinny, but they are having problems. There is no affair. None.”
Oh, he’s good . Trusting me with information. Reverse psych. But my journalistic spidey sense is still tingling. He’s not lying, but he is omitting something. And by the look on his face, it’s something big.
We barely acknowledge each other as Evan pays the bill. I offer to expense it, but he waves me away, still not looking at me. I miss him teasing me. He called me a gossipmonger, and I wonder if my lips don’t look so good anymore. Fucking Viper. Fucking Lou . Once again, gossip is ruining my life.
Evan and I are silent as I lead the way out of the restaurant, waving to Johnny.
“See you later man,” I hear Evan say behind me.
It’s still a gorgeous afternoon, and I eye the taxis that are dropping people off.
“So what are you up to the rest of the day?” Evan asks over my shoulder, and I turn to him. He is wearing aviators and standing motionless with his hands in his pockets like he’s closed for business.
“Maybe walk around Golden Gate Park, sightsee, relax.” I shrug and smile.
He pauses for a moment, his mirrored shades and stony expression making him look ominous. “Come on, I’ll drop you in the park.” He cocks his head in the general direction of the parking lot, and I fall into step beside him.
“It’s okay, I can find my way,” I say to his back.
He just shakes his head at me and starts off toward the car lot. My feet fall in line.
“Thank you for brunch,” tumbles out of my mouth just as he slows in front of a shining black Mercedes-Benz. After two squeaks and a flash of the headlights, he holds open the passenger-side door.
“You’re very welcome,” he says, offering his hand for support. I take it, noting his hold is gentle but firm. My skin tingles with memory. “Careful,” he murmurs as I duck into the leather interior. After shutting the door, he walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat.
The car purrs as we pull out of the parking space, and I remember how much I miss driving. Living in Manhattan, I don’t need a car, but I love feeling that power in my hands and under my feet. If I’m honest, sports cars turn me on, and I feel a stir of desire as Evan comfortably whips through the midday traffic, his forearms flexing with each turn of the wheel.
I wonder if he’s ever gotten a blowjob while driving or has been fucked in the backseat while parked in a dark alley…
“What’s wrong?” Evan asks when I glance behind me, trying to picture it.
“Nothing. Um, I like your car,” I say quickly.
“Thanks,” he says proudly, as if I’d praised his cock. “Do you have a car in the
Similar Books
