Page 12 of The Fire Walker
Jessie
Dee Cosgrove was notthe kind of guy I was expecting him tobe.
From the short conversation I’d had with him, he seemed down to earth. He even seemed to have the same thoughts about the whole label facade as I did. I couldn’t deny that I found him attractive, but his comment about the club not being his thing had sparked myinterest.
“I can’t believe it,” Georgie declared, throwing her head back against theseat.
I had to ride with her back to the hotel, or I was positive she wouldn’t get there. To think the woman was my boss…the shining example I was meant to mold myself into.Unlikely.
When I didn’t answer, she said, “That Dee Cosgrove is damn fine. I can’t believe he wasn’tinterested.”
I knew from the band’s promo material that he was ten years younger than her. Twenty-five. A year older than me. “Maybe he has a girlfriend?” I offered, suddenly wonderingmyself.
“That’s never stopped them before,honey.”
I tried not to throw up in my mouth and just shrugged.Oh, I don’t know. Maybe he had class?Georgie glared at me and let out a dramatic sigh, taking out hercell.
As much as I wanted to, I would never talk back to her. She was my boss, and even though I worked unpaid, she had the power to oust me from Galaxy and every other label in the country. I’d be lucky to get a job bussing tables at a Hard Rock Café if I pissed her off. I knew what was good for me even if shedidn’t.
Georgie might be a huge slut, but she was good at her job, and she got results. People were afraid of her and rightly so. She was a massive diva, and if she didn’t get her way, then she was the kind of person who would relish in getting people fired for messing up her lunchorder.
“He was all over you,” she declaredsuddenly.
“I don’t go there. You knowthat.”
She scoffed loudly, flinging her cell back into her bag. “If I can’t fuck him, then you may aswell.”
I almost choked only own spit. “Georgie!”
“You’re all so goodie two shoes,” she slurred. “News flash, Jessie-J. If you want to get to where I am, you need to uncross those legs of yours.” She slapped myknee.
I felt my face redden, and my eyes flickered to the driver, but he didn’t flinch. At least someone in this car wasprofessional.
“I saw the way he was looking atyou.”
“Well,” I said firmly, “I don’t go there, so I’m just going to keep my legstogether.”
She looked me up and down resentfully, shaking her head, her shaggy dyed black hair sticking to her face. When she slumped down into the seat again, it was back into a sullen silence, and I was grateful she’d let it drop fornow.
Without her irritating drunk conversation to fill the silence, my mind went to that obvious place, the one where I wondered what it would be like to kiss Dee Cosgrove. Whether he tasted as sweet as he came across as or if he was dirty andwicked.
I swallowed hard.I could not be having thesethoughts.
I didn’t sleep with guys to have a good time or to further my career. I wasn’t like that. He lived in Australia. I lived in New York. If I were fucking Dee Cosgrove, it would be in a relationship, and that was not going to work. For one, I didn’t even know theguy.
All these dirty thoughts were counterproductive. I just had to let it drop and get through the next few days with my integrityintact.
Dee Cosgrove was aclient.
Nothingmore.
