The alarm rang at seven o'clock on Monday morning.
Rob reached over and hit the snooze button. He didn't feel like getting up. His head was pounding, and his stomach was churning. He had a whopper of a hangover.
After coming home from the bar, he hit the shower then poured a nice, tall glass of Jack over ice. After chugging it down, he decided that it tasted so good that he would have another, then
another. After that, the rest of the day was a blur.
Now this bullcrap with the guy in his pajamas. Why should he trust him? He didn't even know his name. Should he even show up at Capitol Records in Los Angeles? What if he did, only to make a
fool out of himself? What if this guy was not for real? He was sure it would amount to nothing, but was he willing to take that chance? What if he was for real? Weren't most of these people
eccentric? Hence, the way he dressed.
The covers fell from his bare chest as he sat up in the bed. He lifted the covers.
He was bare everywhere else, too.
There was a muffled snore from the other side of the bed. Rob glanced over to see a swatch of long auburn hair looming over the top of the blanket.
Lifting the covers again, he admired the nude body underneath, petite, slender, shapely. He certainly didn't expect that. He also didn't have time for it this morning.
He crawled from the bed and staggered to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he took out the Tylenol, popped six tablets into his mouth, then swallowed them with a glass of water from the
sink. He turned on the hot water in the shower.
It always took a while for the water to turn hot, so he let it run.
The apartment was the only one he could afford now. He was paid well at the bar, but the rent was high in California. He was lucky to find this place. It came partially furnished with a bed, a
light green sofa that had seen better days, and a chair that matched. His kitchen was a small galley with not much room to cook, but it did fit a small two-seater table.
The water in the shower was finally hot enough to wash away his hangover. He stepped tentatively under the spray. He had to grit his teeth against the pain until his body grew used to the stinging
heat, then he grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up, humming to himself. His headache had started to ease up. He would have a quick drink once he was done in the shower to alleviate his roiling
"Want some company?" her voice came through the shower curtain. She pulled it aside, stepping in without waiting for an answer. "Lucy," she said.
For a moment, Rob looked at her, confused.
"You look like you're trying to remember my name. Want me to wash your back?" she asked, taking the soap from his fingers.
Again, she didn't wait for an answer. She turned him around gently and started to soap up his back. "Feel good?"
It did feel good. Rob could feel himself getting hard.
"We made a good team last night," Lucy said. "We raked in a shit ton of money."
"We did?" Rob asked, turning around to face her.
"We did. We should keep doing it." Very slowly, she slithered down Rob's body, her mouth licking the water from him. "It could prove profitable," she said, her voice muffled. His body became a
slippery surface. She dropped to her knees, taking Rob into her mouth.
Rob reached down and grasped her under the arms, pulling her up to him. "I might consider your offer," he said. "If you never do that again."
Lucy made coffee while Rob sat at the small kitchen table. He studied her, watching her swift movements at the sink.
"So." he started to say, feeling ignorant of the night before. "You need to tell me what it was we did last night that made us a shit ton of money."
Lucy laughed. "You mean you don't know?"
She sauntered back to the bedroom, still chuckling under her breath. She returned a moment later with a paper sack and emptied the contents on the table. Rob watched in amazement at the piles
of bills and coins.
"What the hell?"
"What the hell is right," Lucy laughed. "I haven't even counted it yet. But it's a two-way split. We each get our share."
"Are you going to tell me how we earned it?" Rob asked, dreading the answer.
"Everywhere," she said, a large grin on her face.
"You need to start over." Rob ran his hands down his face. He suddenly felt exhausted. His head was beginning to ache.
Lucy got up and poured them coffee, placing the cups on the table. "You don't remember?"
He shook his head, then instantly regretted it as a pain shot through his left eye.
"It's a bit of a long story."
It was then that Rob remembered the appointment. He glanced at the clock above the sink. It was 8:30.
"Shit!" he swore. "I got to go. I need to be somewhere."
"It’s okay," she said. "I can stay here and count our money. I'll leave yours before I go."
Rob was sure he didn't want her to go. "Do you have plans today?"
"No plans," she answered.
"Would you mind staying until I come back?"
She looked at him in surprise. "Sure, I can stay. For a while."
"Thanks," he said over his shoulder as he rushed out the door.
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