Page 21 of Breaking Hollywood

“How long will he be?” Speedy asks Tate.

“Thirty minutes, max.”

“I’ll go move his car. I left it in the drop-off bay.”

“There’s a parking garage just across the street,” I tell her. “You can just leave the keys at the main reception if you want. Save you from coming back up here.”

I don’t want her to go. Even if she is the devil. But I’m not going to ask her to stay.

“I’m not going yet.” She frowns, a cute little pucker forming between her brows.

And I hold back a smile.

“I already told you, I’m here till the bitter end.”

“You’re so sweet,” I tease.

“You know it.” She throws me one last smile. Then, she turns on her heel and heads out the door.

“Well, that was interesting,” Tate says as he moves behind the wheelchair and starts to wheel me out of his office.

“Interesting is a word for it.”

“She seems nice. Angry but nice.”

“Mmhmm. You like her?” I ask, testing the waters.

“Do I like her?”

“Do you think she’s fuckable?” I clarify.

“She’s hot for sure.” He muses. “But she’s not my type.”

“No? She looks like your usual type.”

“Unlike yours, which is anything goes.”

“Variety is the spice of life, baby bro.”

We reach the elevator. Tate presses the button and comes to stand in front of me.

“So, you don’t want to ask Ava out?” I check.

He laughs. “No. She’s all yours.”

“I never said I wanted her.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“I don’t. I just want to fuck her.” Even if she is the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met. I’ll just gag her when we finally do it.

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“Definitely not, brother. Have I taught you nothing?”

He laughs again. “Sorry to tell you, Gabe, but sex is going to be the last thing you’ll want to do when you’re in a cast. It’s uncomfortable as hell. Add that in with the pain you’ll be in. And I know you don’t like to take painkillers.”

Yeah, because I know how easy it is to get addicted to that shit.