Page 33 of Dirty Hot Valentine
I look away from his distracting beauty, pushing the orgy thing further. “C’mon, Mike. This’s ridiculous. If you’re scared I’m gonna tell on you and your celebrity friends, I’ll sign one of those NDA shit.”
“Of course I’m not scared of you.”
“Then what is it?”
“Andrea is gonna kill me if she knows I took you to one of those.”
I roll my eyes. “Who’s gonna tell my mother?”
“I don’t know, Maggie, it’s just…” He muses, his gaze stranded behind me.
I look over my shoulder, and I find Viktor coming our way. Again, I realize the music has stopped and the band is no longer onstage. It’s funny how everything fades around me when I’m with Mike.
My eyes close as I gather my thoughts. I can’t deal with Viktor now, and if Mike won’t take me to his orgy, then there’s no point for me to stay here any longer.
Rising to my feet to leave, I feel Viktor’s arm around my shoulder, holding me in place.
“Leaving too soon?” he asks.
I open my eyes and take a deep breath. And another one. Shit. I need to get a grip.
“I’m sorry. You two know each other?” Mike scrunches his brows, his eyes wide with worry. He must notice I’m about to have another attack.
“Do we know each other?” Viktor chuckles. “I’m—”
“The one who invited me here,” I interrupt. I won’t be able to stop myself from screaming if Viktor decides to introduce himself as my boyfriend.
“I see.” Mike examines my face and then Viktor’s.
“Mike, Viktor.” I gesture between the two men. “Viktor, M—”
“Mike Gennaro. Of course. Big fan.” Viktor shakes Mike’s hand, and then he lifts mine to his mouth as he takes a seat. Even the soft kiss he prints on my knuckles is too much to bear.
“Thanks. I love your band, too. That new song is amazing,” Mike says.
“Glad you like it. I wrote it specially for Maggie, but I still haven’t heard what she thinks.” Viktor looks at me.
“I don’t like that kinda songs.” That’s all I manage to say.
His jaws tighten. “No problem. I can always write you another one.”
I yank my hand out of his and stand. “I’m happy I ran into you tonight, Mike. Now that you’re back in L.A., don’t make it years before I see you again.”
As I turn, I feel Viktor already getting off his seat. Can’t he just leave me alone right now?
“What about that party?” Mike asks.
I stop midway and twist to face him.
“If you’re leaving anyway, why don’t you just come along?” he suggests.
Viktor glances from me to him. “What party?”
I stagger back to the table, the vodka kicking in, but I manage to glare at him. “An orgy where I get stoned till I can’t keep count of the number of men touching me at the same time.”
Both of them stare at me in shock, their faces red as if they’re going to explode.
“Uh…fuck. Okay. You’re welcome to come, too, Viktor. But you’re gonna have to sign an NDA.”
