It Girl, Episode 4 by Nic Tatano

Author:Nic Tatano
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780007595808
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-05-20T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The lambada went so well in episode two (gee, I wonder why) that we got good scores from the judges and escaped the dreaded elimination vote. After the two female judges gave us eights, Dexter gave us a six, eliciting groans from the audience but probably elevating my standing with the viewers should I end up in the bottom two again.

Which I was determined not to do.

Dexter Bishop was not going to beat me. Which meant one thing.

I was gonna have to win the damn contest.

But right now Dexter was not occupying my mind, Bradley was. And after a week doing the forbidden dance, I was hoping I was in his mind as well. Turns out I didn't have to wonder for long as he emerged from the dressing room. "Are you up for doing something?" he asked.

"Sure, I'm still wired. What have you got in mind?"

"Maybe something not involving a cat."

I hooked my arm around his elbow, resting my hand on his forearm. "So, where do you live?"

"Jersey shore, but the show provides us with a hotel room during the week so we don't have to commute. I'm over at the Briarwood."

"Nice place. I'm surprised Dexter doesn't stick you at the YMCA."

We decided to walk, as it was only two blocks. But, just to keep the gossip columnists at bay we split up after signing autographs for the fans who were waiting in front of the studio, making sure our "see you tomorrow" goodbyes left no doubt that we were not an item. I went left, he went right. Of course no sooner had he taken off than I got surrounded by another horde of autograph seekers, so I was going to be a few minutes behind.

Ten minutes later I walked into the opulent hotel lobby. The Briarwood is classic old New York: gorgeous Italian marble floors, mahogany pillars and leather paneled walls. The bellhops are dressed in those old fashioned red uniforms with hats that in my opinion make them look like they're roadies for Devo, while the maids are actually famous for being hot and wearing French maid costumes. Supposedly the girls make six figures in tips. Then there's the famous bar that sits opposite the front desk, which used to be a meeting place for actors back in the fifties.

There was a definite spring in my step as I headed toward the elevators, Bradley's room number burned into my brain. Surely he was already tucked in, ready to go.

And then I heard his voice from the bar. "Hey, look who I ran into."

I turned to see him standing at the edge of the bar.

Next to my sister.

If I was a cartoon at that moment, steam would have been visible coming out of my ears. Selina was busy twirling a lock of her hair while sipping a glass of wine as I power-walked across the lobby. I glared at her as she swung around on her barstool to face me and flashed her phony smile. "Oh, hey sis.

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