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and then Brooke when I said it. Brooke looked confused. She couldn’t figure
out if we were really sniping at each other or not. I felt bad; none of this was her fault. Besides, I couldn’t have her thinking there was something going on between us. Tristan
still didn’t seem to understand how dangerous this was.
    I was ready to back off and walk away when I heard Tristan say, “Hey Brooke, why
don’t we go finish this celebration at my place?”
    I knew Tristan meant sex. I should have just let it go,
but I really did want to talk to him about the drugs and the rehab facility
that I’d picked up the application for him from.
    “Tristan, can I talk to you first…just for a
minute?” I asked him.
    He looked at me smugly
again. He raked his eyes over me , and then with a
self-satisfied smile he said, “No, I don’t think so, Elly. It’s a little too
late for that.” Then he put his arm back around Brooke, kissed her on the side
of the face and said, “Let’s go for a ride on my bike, baby.”
    Brooke looked completely infatuated with him, but
still curious about me . I watched them walk out with a sick feeling in my stomach. I didn’t want a drink any longer. I headed for the door
and walked back towards the studio where my car was parked. As I walked through the parking gate I passed Tristan and
Brooke leaving on his motorcycle. He smiled at me again, like he was trying to rub it in my face. Brooke’s eyes were only for him.

 
    CHAPTER
SIX
    TRISTAN
    Brooke clutched onto me as
I weaved the bike in and out of traffic. I figured
she’d ever been on a bike before. Then again, being on a bike in a small town
in Ohio would be a different world than being on one in L.A. on I-405. I ’d found out with girls that a motorcycle ride on the
freeway could go one of two ways: they hate it and never want to see you or
your bike again or it turns them on and they are like sex machines afterwards.
When we made it back to my place, she jumped off with
a huge grin on her face. Her cheeks were flushed from
the cool wind and she said, “That was amazing!” She was breathing hard. She was
ready for sex.
    “Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” I said. I bypassed the elevator and took the stairs two
at a time up to the fourth floor. It took Brooke a minute to catch up with me and she was even more winded when she did.
    “No wonder you’re in such good shape,” she said. I was surer by the minute that I was going to get to tap
that ass before the night was over. I unlocked the
door to the apartment and watched her look around. Unless I brought them home already high or aching for it, it was always the same. They’d
look around, shocked at the way I live. The truth was I didn’t give a fuck what they thought. She could stay or
go; I ’d find another one in a heartbeat. While she was
adjusting to her surroundings, I went over to the
cabinet and took out my box of weed. I stuffed the
bong and I could see her watching me out of the corner of my eye as I did.
    “You smoke?” I asked her.
    She hesitated, but only for a second and then she
said, “Yeah, sure.” I raked the shit off the couch and said,
    “Have a seat.” I lit the
bong, and sucked a long hit into my lungs.
    I handed it to Brooke then and held the lighter on it while she took her hit. As
soon as it hit her lungs she had a coughing fit. When she finished she said,
“Sorry, I’ve never used a pipe before.”
    “That’s cool,” I told her.
    “Can I ask you something?” she said. Fuck, here we
go. I went about taking my turn with the bong and
didn’t answer her. Typical fucking woman, she didn’t wait for one. She said,
“What’s the deal with that girl in the bar? She works for the show, right?
She’s one of the interns or something.”
    “It’s nothing. Not even worth talking about,” I told her.
    She let it go for minute and said, “Do you have your
song ready for next week yet?”
    I told her what I was singing and then said, “I still have some work