I thought she would actually deny that she knew what my type was, but she nodded. “Yes, I do. She seems sweet and funny, and from what you’ve told me, she dislikes dishonesty and games. So that would be your type.”
“True. But unlike Yates, your date from hell, I know when I’m attracted to someone and I don’t have those feelings for Jana. She doesn’t have them for me either. We’re platonic friends.”
She looked like she didn’t quite believe me.
“Oh, and she’s gay.”
Her jaw dropped and she smacked my thigh. “You’re ridiculous. You could have just said that in the first place.”
“This was way more fun,” I assured her. “And why did it matter to you so much anyway? You were very curious, Savannah.”
Her cheeks turned pink. It was hard to hide a blush when you were a redhead. “What do you mean?”
That was a clear avoidance tactic. “You just seemed very interested in whether or not I was dating Jana.”
“I just want you to be happy here.”
Savannah was a terrible liar. She couldn’t make eye contact and she picked at imaginary lint on her dress.
I put my hand over top of hers and stroked her skin with my thumb. “I’m very happy here.”
Her head snapped up and her gaze met mine.
I leaned forward, wondering how she would react if I kissed her. I didn’t think she’d stop me.
Almost imperceptibly, she leaned toward me.
Then Sullivan took a face dive. I snagged him before he toppled off my lap onto the floor.
“Oh, geez,” she said. “That was close.”
Yeah. It was.
Chapter 6
“Come outside with me,” Jana said, holding her vape up. “I hate standing out in that alley by myself. It’s like a crime waiting to happen.”
“I have a client in ten minutes,” I told her. “So I’ve got about five minutes, that’s it.”
“Fine, I’ll suck fast.”
“Someone is very friendly with Maddox,” Stella commented as she walked past, wearing red high heels and shorts. For some reason, the fact that she wore heels to tattoo really pissed Jana off. “You two are always together. But you should hold out for better than giving out back-alley action, Jana.”
“Don’t be nasty,” Jana said, shoving open the back door of the shop. “You know I don’t suck dick.”
“You’re very crass,” Stella said, sneering back at Jana.
Jana flipped her off.
The cameraman came with us, which didn’t surprise me. The producer loved the tension between Jana and Stella. “Why is she such a bitch?” Jana seethed, putting her vape to her mouth and drawing in. “Someone is very friendly with Maddox,” she mocked, using a terrible impression of Stella’s Southern accent.
“Why do you let her get to you?” I asked, not out of judgment, but trying to understand.
“Because my whole life girls like her have been trash-talking me, and I’m sick of it. She has exactly zero reason to be a bitch, yet it’s like she spends her days looking for ways to make other people feel bad about themselves.”
“Maybe she has a past we don’t know anything about. Maybe she’s insecure.” I didn’t actually believe that, but I was trying to give the girl the benefit of the doubt. We’d only known her for a couple of weeks, and for all I knew, she’d been told by producers this was her role.
Jana snorted. “And maybe I’m in contention to play pro basketball.”