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groupies. “Shall we what?” I growl. “Start the interview already? Sounds like a great idea.”
    “I wasn’t talking about the interview…”
    I follow his gaze to the disheveled king size bed. The sheets are everywhere, revealing the plush pillow top mattress.
    That breaks the spell. A firestorm of rage explodes inside my chest. “Can I get you a cigarette?” I ask.
    “Huh?”
    “Don’t you, you know—” I motion toward the bed with my chin, sounding friendly and sarcastic at the same time, “—want to take a moment to maybe enjoy a few puffs on a Marlboro? I know you liked to smoke in high school, and I imagine you’d want a cigarette AFTER YOU JUST FUCKED SOME RANDOM SKANK IN THAT BED!!! ”
    After a long silence, Connor breaks into a self-satisfied laugh.
    “Jesus, Connor! Did you seriously think I’d have sex with you right after you had sex with someone else? In the same bed?! I was standing right there when she walked out! How long is your memory?”
    “Not half as long as my dick,” he smirks.
    It’s long all right, and still a throbbing hot rod that is noticeably twitching in time with his heartbeat. Looking away, I shake my head in awe. “I can’t believe your audacity, Connor! Are you still trying to get me to have sex with you?”
    He lifts his eyebrows, grinning from ear to ear.
    “Gosh, Connor. Maybe I should take a number first.” I stride to the hotel room door.
    “Where are you going?”
    I whip the door open and twist my head from side to side, looking back and forth along the empty hotel hallway. “Just checking to see how long the line of bimbos is.”
    He laughs like this is all some big joke.
    Maybe it is.
    I slam the door closed and stare him down over my glasses, my fists on my hips. “News flash, Connor. I have a job to do. If I don’t get this interview, I will not get paid. If I don’t get paid, I can’t make rent. Someone like you probably has no idea what that even means.” I scowl at him like he’s a steaming mound of toxic waste.
    He stares at me, blank faced.
    I hike my eyebrows. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
    “Damn, Warmoth. I forgot how gorgeous you are when you’re mad.”
    I blink several times. “What the hell are you talking about, Connor?”
    “Look in a mirror. Most girls go ugly the second they lose their cool. Their faces bunch up like a paper sack. Yours doesn’t.”
    Although there’s a huge mirror mounted to the wall over the low chest of drawers, I refuse to look at it. “Grow up, Connor. I’m here for your interview. That’s it.”
    “How much?”
    “What?!” I gasp. Then I figure it out. “I’m not a hooker , Connor! I’m a reporter! Jesus! You never quit!”
    “Nope. Never.” He grins smugly. “Anyway, how much are they paying you?”
    I shake my head, totally lost. “What are you—?”
    “For the interview? How much are they paying you to do this interview?”
    “That’s none of your business, Connor!”
    “All I’m saying is, if they don’t pay you, I’ll cover it.”
    “What?! Why?!” I sound like I’m losing my mind. The truth is, I’m so confused right now I really am starting to lose it. Connor always did this to me. He literally makes me insane.
    He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess because I wouldn’t want you to miss your rent payment. Getting evicted is a bitch.” His words are soft and sincere.
    I’m taken aback. “Um, thanks ?”
    He smiles instantly. “Any time. So, about this interview?”
    There’s a knock at the hotel door.
    “What?!” I shout as I yank it open.

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    ELECTRA

    “Did we come at a bad time?” Romeo asks.
    He’s flanked by two people: a man with camera bags and lighting equipment, and a woman with what looks like makeup cases.
    I lean toward Romeo and mutter, “I thought there weren’t supposed to be any photographs until the unveiling?” I’m thinking about what Vince told me on the phone earlier, but if it’s okay to snap