Taking the Lead by Tan Cecilia

Author:Tan, Cecilia [Tan, Cecilia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780349408323
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 2016-01-26T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

SIREN SONG

AXEL

There’s no high like a performance high. I came off the stage pumped. Everyone was excited, of course, but you know when you’ve hit a home run. People were patting me on the back and other models who hadn’t even glanced at me before were asking for my autograph and taking selfies with me. I looked around for Christina but she must have been out front, working the crowd for more money. Oh, right; they were drawing the raffle winners.

By the time I stripped out of the outfit and got my jeans on, Ricki’s text to me was already fifteen minutes old. I need to see you. Now. When I saw it my heart leaped, then dropped. When a woman says now she means it. Where was she “now”?

I texted back before I could find my shirt. Whatever you need.

Her answer came so fast I still hadn’t found my shirt. Palm Tree Hotel down the street. Room 212.

Well. That certainly looked like a booty call to me. I started composing a reply text in my head. Should I tell her to strip and wait for me? Kneel on the bed …?

Hang on one sec, cowboy, I told myself. This was the woman who wanted to talk rationally over tea. This was also the woman who’d texted right before the show to say we should pretend not to know each other. Maybe she wanted to chew me out about something. Or maybe something in the performance had triggered her. What if she’s freaking out over me and Sakura? What if she just really really needs to talk?

Knowing that Sakura would have my balls dangling from her rearview if I messed with her friend also helped me rein things in a little. Be right there, I texted back, hoping that was neutral enough for whatever might be expected.

I did take a moment to at least pull on a cotton tank top—Sakura’s, I think—not even bothering to find my jacket in the chaos before I blew out of there faster than a speeding bullet.

The Palm Tree looked like it had seen better days, or maybe the management simply didn’t care to maintain it well, but this close to the Staples Center and other stuff “downtown” maybe it didn’t matter. A security guard was patrolling the parking lot, but no one even glanced my way as I went up to the second floor and found room 212.

I knocked. There was no answer and my skin started to prickle.

Then my phone buzzed with a text. Feel under the door for the key.

I looked down and could see the tiniest corner of the card key sticking out. That was ballsy, I thought, even as I began to wonder why she’d done that instead of answering the door.

Sometimes dreams come true, you know? I opened the door and found her naked on the bed, a hand towel draped across her eyes, her hands under the pillows and her legs spread. She had laid herself out

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