I keep my gaze on the floor,
Mikey stepping closer,
his front brushing up against my ass.
“Really not a thing,” I say, cold and serious.
I glance back at Mikey over my shoulder.
“I like my men a little manic aboutme.
“Not pussy in general.”
Mikey coughs out a laugh.
Five feet away, Andrew’s hand slips away from the girl’s shoulder.
He’s no longer smiling,
hand’s reaching for the clipboard again.
“Can’t,” I hear Andrew say to her.
“Too much shit goin’ on.”
Mikey nods behind me. “Yeah—with his rep? Rules him out then,” he goes on. “Good guy, but more of the one-night kind. Not the keep-him kind. You want obsessed? Date a Scorpio. Trust me.”
I'm a fuckin' Scorpio, bro.
But I drop my chin and laugh, acting unfazed.
Inside?
I’m pissed over the fact I don’t know Andrew’s fucking sign.
More pissed that it matters to me.
Capricorn? Taurus? Aries?
What were the stars drinking when they were making you?
Mikey’s fingers slip around my neck as he straightens the chain.
“You’re good now.”
I let my hair fall.
Andrew’s back in Jay’s ear?—
“Cut it or go instrumental.
“I don’t care if we’re mid-bridge.
“I’m out at twelve.”
Then—
“Allison fuckin’ Taylor.”
