He rubbed his eyes. “Why?”
I relayed the conversation I’d had with his agent. “You were supposed to be at Intrepid Studio at eight this morning. When you didn’t show or answer any calls, I told him I’d come check on you.”
Technically, Tony had predicted that Tripp would still be in bed. Though, he’d also warned that he likely wouldn’t be alone—a guess I was relieved was incorrect. He’d simply given me Intrepid’s contact so I could reschedule. I’d been the only one concerned enough to come visit.
Concern that was clearly unwarranted.
Tripp’s brows lowered. “I don’t have anything scheduled with them.”
“Promo for streaming,” I said, hoping that made more sense to him than it had to me.
It must not have since he just blinked at me.
“I’ll get more info when I reschedule,” I said. “And we’ll go over it at our meeting tomorrow.”
At my retreating step, Tripp started to twist to sit up before seeming to realize he was naked. He froze but did it blurting, “Don’t go.” It was my turn to freeze, and he cleared the sleep from his rough voice. “You’re already here, why don’t we do our meeting now?”
Because you’re naked and in bed, both of which are incredibly distracting.
Not to mention, it looks like a bomb exploded downstairs.
It was that last part I went with. “I think we’ll need to deal with your house today.”
He cringed, and if I didn’t know any better, I would think it was a blush spreading across his cheeks. “That bad?”
I lifted my shoulders in a half-assed shrug. “I don’t know what it looked like before, so you’ll have to tell me.”
“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be right down.”
“Got it.”
As I headed for the door, I started making mental lists in my head.
And gathered every ounce of willpower I had to stop myself from sneaking a peek over my shoulder as I heard the mattress shift.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE RISING B-LISTER IS BOOKING ROLES, BUT HE ISN’T HAVING THE SAME LUCK WITH PARTIES…
TRIPP
I’d gone to bed withGreer, but I hadn’t expected to wake up with her in my room.
Because the Greer that’d crawled up the mattress the night prior had been in my head. A fantasy I’d conjured while I’d stroked my dick.
It hadn’t even occurred to me until after I was finished that I could’ve invited one of the women—hell, more than one—to stick around to be a piss-poor substitute for my pretty employee. But even drunk, I hadn’t wanted to party with them much less fuck them. That was why I’d kicked everyone out early before stumbling up to my room alone.
I scrubbed my palm down my face before scanning my surroundings.
Thewrongroom.
Again.
Thank Christ I didn’t take the role in London. I’ll never feel settled in this place if I don’t actually stay here.
Not to mention…
I shook my head, not pathetic enough to let that thought form.
