Page 61 of Dangerous Encore
"It's late to be hungover, but I get it. Your boy toy got home last night, and he does like tocelebrate."
"It'stheflu."
"Whatever you say,sweetheart."
Getting married while drunk in Vegas gets you labeled a party animal forever. No one believes me when I tell them I'm not a bigdrinker.Ever.
Least of allAlessandra.
Even so, I protest. "I wasn't drinking lastnight."
"Too busysuckingcock?"
I let out a hearty laugh. There are only two people I know who would respond like that, her and Joel. "You couldsaythat."
She pushes the stall door open and gives me a longonceover.
Her face lights up with recognition. "Isee."
"What?" What the hell doesshesee?
"I didn't realize you and Joel were trying. Or was it someone else? Don't worry. They never dothemath."
"What?"
"You don't have to pretend, sweetheart. I get it. I won't push you about the job or thedrinks."
I blink a few dozentimes.
"How far alongareyou?"
"What? I'm not… I mean, I don't think… We're nottrying."
"Oh." The smile falls off her face. "It isn'tJoel's?"
"It's notanything."
"Oh."
"But if it was something, of course it would be Joel's… I'dnever."
Alessandra shrugs. I don't know what to make of it. She talks big talk about only wanting men for one thing, but she always does everything she can to send me when someone needs to check in on DangerousNoise.
"I…" It's been in the back of my head all day. And yesterday. And the day before that. And the weekbeforethat.
"Give me a sec, sweetheart." Alessandra turns on her heels and marches out of thebathroom.
I lean against the tile wall and suck a deep breath throughmynose.
I have been skippingdrinks.
Andsleepingmore.
And craving red meat like it's going out ofstyle.
But I'm religious withmypill.
It's notpossible.
