It Girl, Episode 3 by Nic Tatano

Author:Nic Tatano
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780007595792
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-05-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"We're investigating."

I didn't need Skype to see the smile on Gavin's face. I could hear it. His seriously lame answer to my question, "How in holy hell did an off-air tape from master control end up on the Internet?" only jacked up my blood pressure.

Then he added the cherry on top of this ice cream sundae from hell.

"It's already got half a million hits."

"That's a good thing? Get it taken down, Gavin."

"It's gone viral. You can't un-ring a bell on the Internet."

"You don't sound terribly concerned."

"Look, Veronica, I'm upset that it happened but there's nothing I can do. I assure you that when I find out who uploaded the thing appropriate action will be taken."

"What, you'll give the person a bonus?"

"Veronica—"

"You're so full of it, Gavin, I'm surprised your eyes aren't brown. You're happy about this. It's one more little surprise from your bag of tricks."

"I had nothing to do with this. And you're not the one who looks bad, it's the Senator."

"Wow, what a consolation. Having a member of Congress hit on me while commenting about my boobs."

"Veronica—"

"Go to hell, Gavin."

I ended the call while wishing I was on a land line so I could slam the phone. Let's face it, hanging up while angry on a cell phone simply doesn't get the message across. You can only push the button so hard.

Meanwhile, Bradley was tapping his watch. I needed to hurry up and cram said boobs into an outfit that would give me a good idea as to how a sausage felt.

Ten minutes later I blew open the door to the dressing room and marched onto the dance floor. "So, we doing a waltz, disco, or what?"

"Right now we're doing Pilates, since you're stressed."

"I'm not stressed, I'm pissed off!"

He cocked his head toward the camera, reminding me Dexter was watching and listening. "Best to relax before we dance, don't you think?"

I took his reminder to shut up. "Right. Pilates."

***

"Okay, we're done." Bradley grabbed a spot on the floor and leaned against the back wall opposite the mirror.

"We're done? We haven't danced together at all."

Bradley nodded. "Right. You needed to learn some basic steps on your own." He patted the floor next to him as he jotted down notes on his clipboard. "Relax and let's go over the plan for the next session."

I shrugged. "Okay, you're the boss." I walked over to him, sat down, and leaned my sore back against the cool concrete.

"These are some of our goals for next week." He handed me the clipboard.

I took it and mopped some sweat from my face with a towel. I was expecting to find a rundown of dance routines, but instead I found myself looking at a note.

The cameras can't see my writing from this spot.

I thought after what happened today you might enjoy a night out. Would you like to have dinner with me? No strings.

The anger which I'd maintained all day suddenly downshifted, my clenched jaw relaxed.

He turned to face me, giving me a look that told me I might be on the dessert menu.

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