I cursed myself for using that term. I didn’t want her to think I was using her for sex. I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with her. When she didn’t hate my guts, she was actually really fun.
“I mean, we don’t have to label it that way. It’s just.... I just... didn’t want you to think I had any more expectations with you having so much on your plate right now. We’re a couple of friends having fun.” I grimaced, hating the way the words felt on my tongue.
“Sure. Friends with benefits.” Her voice brightened. “Just friends having fun.”
I frowned, hating the way the words sounded coming from her even more. I meandered into the living room, pacing circles around my couch.
“Are you free tomorrow?” I asked like the pathetic, besotted loser I was.
“No, but I have Sunday off.”
“Come over Sunday? I could make dinner.” Showing off my skills in the kitchen was a sure way to make a woman swoon.
“I have an early rehearsal on Monday morning,”
“Right.” She wasn’t kidding about her schedule being hectic. “Well, how about brunch then? I make a mean omelet.”
“Sure. That sounds great,” she agreed.
“Great. I’ll see you Sunday. Around 11?”
“Yeah. See you then.”
I hung up with a goofy grin on my face, making plans to pick up some supplies at the grocery store tomorrow morning.
I inhaled and coughed at the smell of something burning. I rushed to the kitchen and pulled on the oven mitt before opening the oven and removing the blackened pizza.
Damn.
There goes my supper.
Save The Drama For The Stage
Eve
Iwasatthestudio later than usual tonight, spending some extra time on my solos alone. The rest of the cast had left close to an hour ago.I rolled my neck back and forth, working out the kink I had from sitting on the piano bench with horrible posture for the last hour. I wanted a meal, a massage, my bed, and a good dicking. In that order.
I stepped into the hallway, the sound of raised voices making me freeze. I strained to make out where it was coming from.
The main rehearsal studio?
I crept toward the noise, not wanting to disturb anyone but still curious to see who was still here at this hour.
I internally berated myself. If I were in a horror movie, I’d be the first to die. The idiot girl who wenttowardthe noise.
When I reached the doorway, I pressed myself against the wall, listening in on the argument happening a few feet away.
“I’m warning you. You’d better stop trying to get the producers to fire me. I know it’s you two. No one else in this company has the balls or the reputation to dare go against me.” That was Cheryl’s snide tone.Of courseshewould be involved in the after hours drama unfolding.
“Or what?” Warren snarled through clenched teeth.
“Or I might let it slip how I saw you and Derek in quite the compromising position yesterday. Derek, I’m sure your wife—the socialite that she is—wouldn’t hesitate to leave you. She’ll take all her daddy’s money and your two kids and run. And then where would that leave you? Broke and alone. Just like you were before she came along.”
Derek and Warren were having an affair? What the hell kind of soap opera had I walked into?
I gnawed on my lip, debating if I should just go. None of this was my business, and it was probably best that I remain ignorant of the scandal that was happening offstage. Then again, this could make for a great story to tell Brian later.
“And Warren, I imagine your husband would love to hear how you’ve been using your spare time to fuck your costars. I heard he was thinking of cutting you loose after you almost bled him dry from the gambling debt. I imagine he wouldn’t be willing to bankroll your little hobby anymore if he found out about this.”
