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“Are you not going to eat these? They are so good,” I said over a mouthful of cake.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He smirked.
I finished chewing. “Don’t be so work-focused all the time. We could be friends who also work together.”
“You want to be friends, sweetheart?” he asked as he continued to stare at my mouth.
I pulled out my phone and turned my camera around to see what he was looking at, but it was just my lips. I dropped my phone in the empty seat beside me and raised a brow. “I don’t see why not. We work out together. We spend hours a day together. We even eat several meals together. Now we’re traveling together. So, friendship is the natural thing to happen, right?”
“That’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” I huffed. “I shouldn’t have to beg for it. Everyone wants to be my friend. I’m a good time.”
He chuckled. “Has anyone ever told you about the number one rule in sales?”
“What are we talking about now?” I asked before leaning forward and digging in his basket for the other sugared donut. “I take it you aren’t going to eat this because your body is a national treasure or something?”
He smirked. “Go ahead and eat it.”
“So, what is this big sales tip you’re giving me?”
“You said that you wanted to be friends, and I agreed to your request. Stop arguing. You got what you wanted.”
“And that’s the number one rule in sales?”
“Yes. Stop talking when you get what you want. People talk themselves out of deals all the time.” He shrugged, reaching into the basket and taking out a blueberry muffin.
“Well, don’t make me sound desperate. I could take or leave this friendship,” I said, my voice all tease.
“Is that right?”
“Yep. But since you’re so willing, I’ll go with it.”
He popped part of the muffin into his mouth and brushed his hands together. “So, let’s talk about what you’ll be doing while we’re in New York.”
“I’ll be shadowing you, right?”
“Most of the time. You’ll meet my agent, Drew. We’ll be meeting with Coach Balboa and Jeff Robles alone, but you won’t sit in on that meeting. That’s not something that can be shared in the article.” His eyes were hard, and his shoulders were squared as if he were preparing for an argument.
Was I that difficult?
“Ah… the money talk. I get it. It’ll be public knowledge when it goes through, but I understand you want to protect your privacy for now.” I shrugged and reached for my tea and took a sip.
“I’ll tell you what happens after. But it’ll be off the record.”
“Wow. Thank you for trusting me.” I raised a brow.
“Well, we’re friends, right? That’s what friends do.”
“Do you need a lesson on that? It seems kind of foreign to you.” I used my hand to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.
“I have friends, but I keep my circle small. Just the guys I trust. I don’t really have female friends, if I’m being honest.”
“That’s right. You just sleep with them and then kick ‘em to the curb.” I meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come out sounding like one, nor did he look like he found it even remotely humorous.
He leaned forward, not hiding his irritation.
“Have you seen me with a lot of women in the time that you’ve known me?” he hissed.
