“No,” Maddie said. It wasn’t the answer I’d anticipated since she could be a little protective where we were concerned.
And by a little, I meant a lot.
I certainly hadn’t expected the one word to come out so quickly and firmly.
“Like she said, he was probably looking for an out to get home to bed.” She wiggled her brows. “And home to bedwithWren? How could he resist?” Reclaiming the drink she’d been willing to abandon in the name of friendship, she took a long sip. “I think it’s sweet he cares. Easton tells me?—”
Her words cut off suddenly. But not as suddenly as the instantaneous blush that spread across her cheeks.
“Tells you what?” I prodded just as the server appeared.
Rather than more drinks we didn’t need, a basket of mozzarella sticks were set in front of us.
“We didn’t order these,” Maddie said, and I was tempted to kick her under the table.
Usually, I had a firm policy about not eating any of the food served at the bar since their D health code rating stood fordirtcheapdrinksbutdon’torder food.
But I could’ve kissed one of those piping hot sticks of ooey goodness.
The frazzled server shrugged. “They were sent over.”
As he rushed back into the kitchen, Maddie stared to the side as she drummed her fingers.
Remembering where we left off, I asked, “What does Easton tell you?”
She did her best to wave me off, though she ended up just sloshing some of her sticky red drink onto the table. “Just that I should get more sleep.” I got the distinct impression she’d been about to say something else, but she dangled a distraction before I could push. “And I have been, which is why my lowest grade is now an eighty-nine.”
It was my turn to slosh my drink as I slammed it down. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. I have nary a late nor subpar assignment.”
Some older man lovin’ is clearly good for the mood, soul, and academics.
Who knew?
CHAPTER SIX
ACCORDING TO AN ANONYMOUS SOURCE, A CERTAIN B-LISTER IS A DISASTER TO WORK WITH. WE CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER HOW LONG BEFORE THE OFFERS RUN DRY…
GREER
This is not a good start…
And it just got worse.
Up until that point, I’d been the only person in the waiting area of Hullywod—Tripp’s agency. There were about a dozen other lush chairs and couches in the expansive room. Despite that, a familiar older leading man collapsed into the empty one right next to me. From the corner of my eye, I could see him scanning me as he waited expectantly for me to fawn over him or to delight in his attention.
I didn’t feel the urge to do either.
I felt the urge to hit him with my heavy portfolio.
HimandTripp freaking Carter.
Pretending to scan in the other direction, I shared a quick look with the receptionist who waited with a resigned expression I felt down to my soul.
Poor woman. I hope she’s paid well to deal with this shit.
I continued actively ignoring him.
