place and move in for a little while.”
“As long as you're sure...”
“I wouldn't be anywhere else. I'll talk to you in the morning. And can you get me the number for his therapist? I think he needs to make an appointment.” Amy agreed and they hung up.
Jenna shut off the lights and crawled into bed next to Rob. He pulled her close and curled around her.
He sighed. “I've wanted to sleep with you again for a while.”
“I've never slept with you before.”
“No, I guess we didn't sleep, did we? Can I touch you?”
“Not now, Rob. You're wasted. We'll talk tomorrow.”
“Okay. Goodnight.” In moments, his breathing steadied. Jenna rolled to face him and checked his pulse. It was normal, not scary fast or slow. She brushed the hair across his forehead and he smiled. “Love you,” he murmured.
She kissed his forehead and sighed in relief. It could have been so much worse. At least he wasn't crying, desolate, or obliterated. Buzzed and on a Xanax high was better than the alternatives.
When Jenna woke in the morning, Rob was curled around her body, his hand cupping her breast. Whatever he'd been dreaming had aroused him. Either that or he was happy to be pressed naked against her. She wasn't sure what to think about that. He took a deep breath and stretched.
“I like sleeping next to you,” he croaked.
Jenna turned to look at him. His eyes were closed and she wondered if he knew who it was he was talking to. She touched his cheek and kissed him gently.
“I know it's you, Jen. I didn't think you were Lola.” His eyes fluttered open. “Your breasts are real, and she hates cuddling. Thanks for taking care of me.”
“You scared the crap out of me. Don't ever do that again.”
“I won't. I promise.” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek, kissed her sweetly and smiled.
“We're not done here. We need to call your therapist and make you an appointment. I have to do a lot of damage control this morning. Lola sold her story to the tabloids. I talked to Amy last night. She called Rick. I don't know if he'll come himself or if he'll send someone out here, but you'll need additional security. Let's see how you feel when you sit up. I doubt you're running.”
Rob sat slowly and winced. “No, I think you're right. It feels like someone took a hammer to my head. You're insanely hot, did you know that?” He looked her up and down.
“Libido is still functioning,” she said, feigning irritation, but she was flattered.
“My libido is on overload when you're around.” He smirked, wiggling his brows. Then he grimaced; apparently, that hurt.
“You're going to do as I say, got it?”
“Yes ma'am.”
“I'm too young to be a ma'am. Just listen to me, okay?”
He nodded gingerly. It was a start.
The next few days flew in a flurry of activity. Rob went to therapy every afternoon and Jenna spent hours putting out fires. Fortunately, they hadn't already rolled out the social networking. At least it they on had his website to handle and a lot of false information to scrub.
Damn that stupid Lola. Why did she have to go a step further and sell a false story to the tabloids? It was all so vague that it skirted the fringe of libel. Jenna suggested Rob consider suing, but he said that he just wanted it to go away, like Lola had.
The first night, a car delivered Rick, who said that Jenna was free to go. Rob insisted that he wanted her to stay. He told Rick that he wasn't going to let his brother shower with him or sleep in his bed. Rick didn't say anything at the time, but he clearly wanted to know if Jenna had been doing those same things.
Later that night, she helped Rob shower and into bed again. The doctor had told him he should take his meds for a few days, at least, or until he felt like he didn't need them anymore. Even without alcohol, the Xanax made him loopy. There might not have been much whiskey in the bottle, after all.
Jenna sneaked out of the room and went to speak with Rick.
“Why did my
“As long as you're sure...”
“I wouldn't be anywhere else. I'll talk to you in the morning. And can you get me the number for his therapist? I think he needs to make an appointment.” Amy agreed and they hung up.
Jenna shut off the lights and crawled into bed next to Rob. He pulled her close and curled around her.
He sighed. “I've wanted to sleep with you again for a while.”
“I've never slept with you before.”
“No, I guess we didn't sleep, did we? Can I touch you?”
“Not now, Rob. You're wasted. We'll talk tomorrow.”
“Okay. Goodnight.” In moments, his breathing steadied. Jenna rolled to face him and checked his pulse. It was normal, not scary fast or slow. She brushed the hair across his forehead and he smiled. “Love you,” he murmured.
She kissed his forehead and sighed in relief. It could have been so much worse. At least he wasn't crying, desolate, or obliterated. Buzzed and on a Xanax high was better than the alternatives.
When Jenna woke in the morning, Rob was curled around her body, his hand cupping her breast. Whatever he'd been dreaming had aroused him. Either that or he was happy to be pressed naked against her. She wasn't sure what to think about that. He took a deep breath and stretched.
“I like sleeping next to you,” he croaked.
Jenna turned to look at him. His eyes were closed and she wondered if he knew who it was he was talking to. She touched his cheek and kissed him gently.
“I know it's you, Jen. I didn't think you were Lola.” His eyes fluttered open. “Your breasts are real, and she hates cuddling. Thanks for taking care of me.”
“You scared the crap out of me. Don't ever do that again.”
“I won't. I promise.” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek, kissed her sweetly and smiled.
“We're not done here. We need to call your therapist and make you an appointment. I have to do a lot of damage control this morning. Lola sold her story to the tabloids. I talked to Amy last night. She called Rick. I don't know if he'll come himself or if he'll send someone out here, but you'll need additional security. Let's see how you feel when you sit up. I doubt you're running.”
Rob sat slowly and winced. “No, I think you're right. It feels like someone took a hammer to my head. You're insanely hot, did you know that?” He looked her up and down.
“Libido is still functioning,” she said, feigning irritation, but she was flattered.
“My libido is on overload when you're around.” He smirked, wiggling his brows. Then he grimaced; apparently, that hurt.
“You're going to do as I say, got it?”
“Yes ma'am.”
“I'm too young to be a ma'am. Just listen to me, okay?”
He nodded gingerly. It was a start.
The next few days flew in a flurry of activity. Rob went to therapy every afternoon and Jenna spent hours putting out fires. Fortunately, they hadn't already rolled out the social networking. At least it they on had his website to handle and a lot of false information to scrub.
Damn that stupid Lola. Why did she have to go a step further and sell a false story to the tabloids? It was all so vague that it skirted the fringe of libel. Jenna suggested Rob consider suing, but he said that he just wanted it to go away, like Lola had.
The first night, a car delivered Rick, who said that Jenna was free to go. Rob insisted that he wanted her to stay. He told Rick that he wasn't going to let his brother shower with him or sleep in his bed. Rick didn't say anything at the time, but he clearly wanted to know if Jenna had been doing those same things.
Later that night, she helped Rob shower and into bed again. The doctor had told him he should take his meds for a few days, at least, or until he felt like he didn't need them anymore. Even without alcohol, the Xanax made him loopy. There might not have been much whiskey in the bottle, after all.
Jenna sneaked out of the room and went to speak with Rick.
“Why did my
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