Page 76 of Wardrobe Malfunction

She shuts the door. I grab a bottle of water from the minibar.

“So, she works on set?” Gabe asks.

I unscrew the cap and take a drink. “Who?”

“Charly.”

“Yeah, in wardrobe. She’s assigned to me.”

“You fucking her?”

I feel my chest tighten. “No.”

“Mind if I do?”

I stare at him hard, my insides turning over. I grit my jaw. “No, go ahead.”

I’ve just got to pray that Charly tells him to fuck off, or I’ll be in jail for killing Gabe.

“But you’re probably not her type,” I add.

He laughs, eyes grinning at me. “I’m everyone’s type.”

“You’re not mine,” Julian says.

Julian’s gay. But in the closet. Like a lot of actors in Hollywood. The studio doesn’t want him out because they think it’ll damage the show.

Stupid if you ask me, but what do I know?

I’m currently hiding the girl I’m sleeping with and telling my friend he’s okay to hit on her when he’s most definitely not.

“I’m fucking wounded.” Gabe laughs, slapping a hand to his chest. “And don’t worry, West. I’ll leave your girl alone.” He pats my leg.

“She’s not my girl.”

“Sure she’s not.” He laughs, and so does Julian.

I want to tell them I’m sleeping with her…that she is mine. But, after what Cain did to me, it’s just hard for me to trust anyone.

I’ve known them both for years. But then I knew Cain for ten years, and he shit all over me.

The door opens, and Charly and Logan climb back in.

“She okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. Her boyfriend was home; he put her to bed,” Charly says.

“Not that he didn’t fucking complain about it,” Logan says. “I don’t know what she sees in that jackass.”

Charly pats Logan’s leg with her hand.

I know Logan is gay, but I still feel a spike of jealousy at her touching him, which is so strange to me. I’ve never been a jealous kind of guy.

Maybe it’s because of what happened with Piper and Cain.

Or maybe it’s because I never cared enough about a woman before to be jealous over her.

I’m going with option number one.