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to do to it
though. I never just sing it the way it is written.
What about you?”
    “Yeah,” she said with a smile, “I’m doing a Tricia
Yearwood song.”
    “Country? Trying to get on the good side of the country star?” I kid her.
    “No,” she said, “It’s more of a soft rock song. I think I might even have them pick up the tempo on it a
little. I have a lot of work to do between now and
then on it. I want to win this so badly that I can taste it.”
    I took another hit. I did too, but I wasn’t planning on
sharing that with her. I handed her the bong, but
instead of putting it to her lips she said, “That girl…Elly, are you sleeping
with her?”
    “What difference does it make? The answer is no, but
what the fuck difference does it make?”
    “It would just be weird, Tristan…if we slept
together and that girl really liked you and I had to see her all the time until
this show was over. Besides, aren’t there rules against that? Couldn’t you both
get in trouble?”
    “I’m not sleeping with her, Brooke. She’s got a
thing for me . She’ll get over it. Let it go!”
    She didn’t let it go and it was pissing me off.
    “She seemed like she really liked you,” she said. “I
could see it on her face. She was hurt to see us together. You may not have
slept with her, but she wants to, Tristan.”
    I stood up, angry. “Fuck! Did you come over here to advocate for her or what? I don’t want to talk about Elly. I want to fuck you. Isn’t that what you came here for, Brooke?” I was staring into her eyes. I could tell that she was torn. She wanted to stay, but her conscience was
tugging at her to leave. I really didn’t give a fuck
either way. In about two seconds, I was going to make
the choice for her and show her to door. Suddenly, she made up her mind… I guess. She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine . Before I knew it, her tongue
was tangling up with mine and my hands were sliding up her sides and finally
getting a hold of that amazing rack. I could feel her
hard nipples pressing through her clothes into my hand. Her nipples felt big
and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around them. I started working her shirt up and her hands were on my belt
when my fucking phone started ringing.
    She stopped what she was doing, “Do you need to get
that?” she asked me .
    “No, ignore it, it’ll stop.” After about five rings,
it went to voicemail. I had my hands underneath her
shirt, on warm skin and she was just getting warmed back up. I was working on the latch for her bra when the phone started ringing again.
    “Shit!” I broke the kiss
and took a hand out of her shirt and reached for it; it was Elly. “Fuck!”
    I pulled back away from Brooke and pushed the button for voicemail. I waited a few seconds and I heard Elly say, “Tristan,
please do me this one favor: don’t make the mistake of sleeping with Brooke
until we have a chance to talk. I really need to talk
to you. Please don’t sleep with her.” I could hear a
little catch in her voice. I don’t know if it was
nerves or if she was sad.
    Suddenly my hard-on was
gone and I had no desire to fuck Brooke any longer.
    I put down the phone and told Brooke, “I think you should go.”
    “What? Why? Is this about Elly? I really hope you’re not risking a million dollars and a record contract for her.
I mean, she’d have to be like the world’s best piece of ass.”
    Close. “It’s none of your business, Brooke. I want
you to go.”
    “Tristan…”
    “Go home, okay? Fuck!” She grabbed her purse and
stormed out, pissed off. I didn’t give a shit. She’d
get over it. At least she could feel better about the fact that she didn’t
sleep with me before I kicked her out.
    I picked up the phone and looked at it again. I considered calling Elly just to see what the fuck was so important. I decided that I didn’t want to hear it. It was probably
just babble about me being with Brooke. That was none
of her fucking business. I