Her brow wrinkled. "Do I work for him?" She shook her head. "Not yet." She flashed me a sudden smile. "But I'm hoping to." She glanced around. "In fact, that's why I'm here. I was hoping to talk to him."
Talk to him, huh?I snorted, "Yeah, I just bet."
The last time I'd seen her, in that video, she'd been trying to do a lot more than talk. A snapshot from that whole sorry scene flashed in my brain. She was clutching Jake's legs, and had her face plastered to his crotch.
If she'd been hoping to talk to his privates, she'd been in the perfect position.
Her smile faded. "Oh, no. You're his girlfriend, aren't you?" She looked heavenward and added, "Oh fiddlesticks. I should've known that."
Fiddlesticks?
The scene was starting to feel eerily familiar. Just a few weeks earlier, another strange – and yeah, obscenely attractive – girl had shown up in a hotel room that I'd been sharing with Jake. She'd played Miss Nicey-Nice, all the while giving me the obvious impression that she and Jake were doing the naked pretzel on the side.
It had almost destroyed our relationship. But of course, that had been the intention all along, hadn't it?
I gave Nipple Girl a long, cold look. Thatlastgirl had been a low-level actress hired by Vince Hammond.
Was he up to his old tricks? It sure as hell looked like it.
God, what an idiot. Like I'd fall for the same trick twice. How stupid did he think I was, anyway?
In front of me, the girl gave a nervous laugh. "I saw he had a girlfriend, but I was hoping that wouldn't be an issue."
Oh, for crying out loud.
I was getting a little tired of this whole stupid scene. How many actresses would Vince be sending my way before he got the message? And why on Earth was he doing this at all? Didn't he and Jake have some sort of truce?
Then again, why should I be surprised? Vince wasn't exactly the honorable type, was he?
Maybe it was time to play this differently, to show Vince that his crazy schemes wouldn't work on me, not anymore.
I felt myself smile. Maybe it was time to give him – and any actresses he sent – a taste of their own medicine.
