It’s pretty basic information. Shit anyone could find searching the internet. There wasn’t even a rumor about her and Tom or any other man that had been found until Carl hired a private investigator.
Maybe there’s no truth to it. Maybe it’s the word of a jealous sorority sister trying to get her face on the news and have her ten seconds of fame.
I’m about to pour myself a second drink, when my phone beeps.
Boo: Hey.
I stare at the screen for a moment and think about saying something to her about Tom. I so badly want to hear her side of the story, but then she may think I’m accusing her of something. Plus, she’ll panic and probably assume that I’ll use it against her—I’m fucked no matter what if I bring it up.
Me: Hey, yourself.
Boo: Have a good day?
Me: It was…okay.
She’s typing back, the three little dots on the screen are moving quickly, and I take the chance to grab the bottle of whiskey and place it next to me at the table. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.
Boo: What happened? Mine was just okay too. Tom being here on the road is different. The crowd at today’s rally was smaller than Lexi had expected, and it has everyone worried.
Different. I’m sure being on the road with someone she’s fucked and texting the man shewantsto fuck has to put a damper on her day—or least add to the excitement level.
Me: Are you naked?
I couldn’t help but gloss over the entire topic.
Boo: I only have on my Louboutin?s
“Fuck,” I groan at the mental picture I have of her with her flawless white skin and a pair of black and red heels and nothing else.
Me: Liar.
Boo:
Me: So everyone’s in an uproar over there? I’m sure Tom can handle it with all of his experience.
Boo: He does have a lot of experience, but my crew isn’t used to the way he does shit.
Me: Tell me about those shoes again.
Boo: Want to FaceTime? Lexi’s gone for about twenty minutes.
Me: Lexi?
Boo: We’re sharing a room tonight.
Me: You call me when you’re ready.
Quickly, I remove my tie and open the top two buttons of my dress shirt to get more comfortable. I keep my clothes on in case Lexi walks in, although that could be interesting.
The annoying, space-age ringer plays, and I answer it on the third ring so I don’t seem too anxious.
She’s smiling with her face close to the camera and fully clothed.
“I didn’t think you were naked,” I say as my eyes move around the screen and take in the entirety of her.
She giggles, tipping her head back in laughter and exposing her beautiful neck. “No. I figured you’d want to FaceTime me if you thought I was, though.”
I smirk. I would’ve rather seen her naked, but I would’ve chatted with her no matter what. “So where’s Tom?” Lifting the whiskey to my lips, I watch her for any clues.
