Have to Have It by Melody Mayer

Author:Melody Mayer [Mayer, Melody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-49698-0
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2006-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

“After you,” Tom offered, after he slid his key card into the door's security slot and held the door open for Kiley.

“Thanks.” She walked past him and entered his suite.

Kiley had been in the suite before; she'd gone there the night Platinum had been arrested. But of course, that visit had not been about sex. It looked exactly the same: white Italian couches in the living room with a glass-and-gunmetal coffee table. Persian rugs on the floor, twentieth-century art on the walls, big-screen TV with DVD system. Kiley remembered that there were two bedrooms, plus a full kitchen with Swedish modern appliances. When she'd been here before, there had been a fresh fruit basket on the kitchen table. Now, there was an extravagant tiger lily floral arrangement on a side table in the living room.

But this time, she wasn't too distraught over the trauma of the evening's events to think about the lust symphony she'd heard coming from this very suite: moaning, screaming, bed-bouncing, window-rattling, wall-shaking sex. Kiley remembered lying there, and what she had been thinking about. First, she had sincerely hoped that her mother couldn't hear what she was hearing. Second, she had sincerely hoped that the erotic variations on a theme in ecstasy would come to a mercifully rapid conclusion. Last, when the serenade went on, and on, and on, she had thought that whoever was in that room was having a hell of a better time than she had experienced with Stuart. Also: One day, I hope that's me.

Well, maybe this was the day. Night. Whatever.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked her. They were in his living room now.

“Fine, sure, just super!” Kiley chirped.

Tom frowned. “Your cheeks are all red. Do you feel okay?”

Oh crap. Why did she have to blush like the almost-redhead she was? “No, no, I'm fine. How about a drink?” Kiley asked boldly. There. That had sounded normal. She hoped.

Tom grinned. “The girl who doesn't drink asks for a drink?”

Oh crap again. He remembered that she didn't drink. “I'm full of surprises,” she uttered, trying to sound mysterious. All she sounded, however, was insipid, at least to her own ears.

Tom moved to the suite's bar, which was stocked with top-shelf liquor: Stoli vodka, Maker's Mark bourbon, rum from some obscure Jamaican distillery, and the like.

“Vodka tonic?” Tom asked. “And sit down, please, you're making me nervous standing there in the middle of the living room.”

Flustered, Kiley sat down on the couch and looked for something to do with her hands. There was a copy of Los Angeles magazine on the coffee table between the couch and the love seat, so she picked it up and started to leaf through it. Then she remembered that Tom had asked her about a drink, and stood expectantly at the bar.

“A vodka tonic would be fine,” she told him, though she'd never had one in her life. “Tonic” made her think of hair tonic, some ancient chemical concoction her grandfather used to use on his hair. The last thing she could remember drinking was champagne with Esme and Lydia, a couple of weeks before.

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