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of tension around Sandy’s eyes was either curiosity or dubiousness. If he thought BroRide was all that, or was about to become all that, he’d start sniffing around for their representation contract. Then she’d be working for Brett. Great. She needed to think fast, and her brain was still out at Hotel California sitting in the infinity pool with Brett.
    “Well, as you know,” she said, “Brian and Suzi originally met because Jason was producing Savitar while Suzi was dating their guitar player. Brett and I were talking about it yesterday, and the conversation naturally turned to producers. Brett probably would have talked to Jerry himself, but Jerry was busy with Ty’s girlfriend. They broke up, by the way. So no worries from that direction.”
    And she was babbling like an idiot. This was why she could never be a trial lawyer. She sucked in front of an audience.
    “So you’re going to call Jerry to put in a good word for BroRide.”
    “Yep.” Tessa started nodding again, but stopped herself before she went bobble-head.
    Sandy nodded back. “All right. If he doesn’t want to, maybe Jason would be interested. He’s got some free time while Brian and Suzi are on their honeymoon, and he’s always looking for a reason to go back to WVA.”
    “I’ll mention that.” Tessa took a step back toward the door. As she reached for the doorknob, her hand hovered for a second over the Paternity Suit Insurance Bowl. Jody must have restocked that morning. The damn thing was overflowing with brightly colored condoms. “I’m gonna go now. I left Brett alone in my office, and he might steal something.” As she walked down the hall, Tessa put her hands over her face. He might steal something?
    Brett was sitting in her chair with his feet on her desk, playing with the stuffed toy hedgehog she used to clean off her computer screen. “This is pretty cool. What exactly do you do here?”
    “Entertainment law and whatever little things the band needs. I’m sure you guys have a lawyer.”
    “There’s a firm that handles stuff for us, but I don’t know what they do either. C’mere.” He held out his arms.
    “No.” Tessa closed her office door. That was going to look fishy, but if she left it open, it was going to look a lot fishier. “I told them I was putting in a good word for you with Jerry Eland.”
    “Oh, that’s cool. Thanks. Come here.”
    “Will you get out of my chair?” Maybe distance would help. She stayed by the door.
    “If I get out of it, will you sit in it?”
    Her skin ached to be touched by him. This was, without a doubt, the dumbest thing she could do. He wanted something, and he was going to use her and dump her.
    But she wanted something, too. She wanted to be fucked hard and fast by a boy with a lot of stamina. She didn’t have to give him anything. Shit, Jerry the Hutt was getting cute little girls because he might make them one-hit wonders. Why not take advantage of her well-stocked Rolodex to get the occasional hot guy? She leaned on the desk beside him and located Jerry’s number. “You’re going to owe me something for this,” she said, punching in the numbers.
    Brett leaned forward and slipped his hand between her thighs. “As long as I can pay in sex.”
    Tessa wished she’d worn a skirt today. Without pantyhose. “I want a weekend of your undivided attention at your hideaway.”
    “I thought you said I was going to owe you.”
    Someone spoke at the other end of the line before she could say anything that might incriminate her. “Jerry Eland. Frank speaking.”
    “Hi Frank, it’s Tessa Callisto.”
    “Oh hey, Tessa. I didn’t get to talk to you at the reception Saturday. Did you leave early or something?”
    “Yeah, I was kinda tired.” The reason she’d left early had taken off one of her shoes and was working on getting her trouser sock off. “I was calling about Jerry’s schedule. He have any time free soon?”
    “No. Bastard picked up some little girl at the