“You should listen to your assistant. She clearly understands about fattening foods."
Her tone is not kind. And I'm done being polite. Or quiet.
I turn to North, who is sprawled back in his chair, blue eyes alight with undisguised anticipation. An ally I desperately need. "Tell me something..."
"Anything, babe."
I kind of love him just then. Because I know, I know, he's calling me babe to irritate Macon. It's in his eyes and the way his mouth twists to hold back laughter.
"Do agents in this town take Cliché Bitch 101 classes around here?"
A muscle in his lower jaw twitches while Karen huffs out a sound of annoyance.
"Pretty sure they offer a special discount at UCLA."
We both grin.
"All right," Macon cuts in. "That's enough."
I shoot him a look. Tell that to Ms. Sunset Boulevard.
And he returns one of his own. Behave.
Make. Me.
His answering grin is crafty. "Later."
"Later for what?" Karen demands in a snit.
"To perform my other services." I dab the corner of my mouth. Because fuck her.
Macon chokes on a sip of his water. North, however, just laughs, a big booming sound.
"I like her," he says to a glowering Macon.”