following them. Eventually, some poor woman would take out a camera or a cell phone and snap a photo of him, sending Alexa into action.
She really was as tenacious and aggressive as a pit bull, he thought, still counting in his head.
At that moment, the scared girl, who was a full head and shoulders taller than Alexa, handed over her cell phone. Twenty two seconds. Max thought maybe that was some kind of record. Usually, Alexa had to argue with the offender a little bit. He watched as his best friend deleted the photo from the phone and handed it back, scolding the girl all the while.
As Alexa came back toward him, he stood up. The crowd of women that had gathered let out a collective sigh of delight. Alexa gave him a sour look.
“Let’s go. You’ve already tried their best mattress. It’s not good enough, which means nothing here is good enough. Can we just go already?”
Max dropped his arm around her shoulder and steered her toward the door. “Sure. Let me buy you lunch for taking care of the photographer.”
“Steak at the Butcher’s Block,” she said promptly. “Aren’t you lucky I know how to deal with all these yahoos who follow celebs around?”
Max laughed out loud. “Why do you think I picked you to be my best friend?” he teased.
Alexa snorted in disgust. “You picked me? I picked you, buddy. You were nothing but an up-and-coming ass model when I met you.”
Her reference to him being an “ass model” always made him laugh. At the time he’d met Alexa, he’d just gone from being a no-name runway model to the ass that filled out underwear emblazoned with a very famous designer name. He’d been asked to be on a late night talk show because his ass would be on billboards, bus stops, and print ads around the world. Alexa had been famous at that time for fucking the rock star known as Tremain, who’d been the musical act that night.
They’d been instantly drawn to each other when they’d met backstage in the green room...just not in any sexual way. Discovering that they both had a love of old black-and-white romantic comedy movies, Max had invited Alexa to watch the Thin Man series with him that weekend at his loft. Since Alexa and Tremain were pretty much on the outs then, she’d agreed. That had been over five years ago, and she and Max had been best friends ever since.
In those five years, Alexa had dumped Tremain, and Max had gone through a couple of semi-serious relationships. Neither of them had much interest in relationships, though. Every time either got interested in someone, the person they were interested in became jealous of their friendship. Both Max and Alexa refused to give up their friendship for the sake of a relationship that was mostly sex.
Outside, Alexa put on a pair of dark, wraparound sun glasses and rushed toward the limo waiting at the curb. “Fucking sun,” she muttered as she slid onto the long seat.
Max chuckled. “Quit your bitching. The worst it ever does is give you a sunburn. You’re not the undead, after all.”
The limo pulled away from the curb and Alexa pulled off the sunglasses, giving him a nasty look. “You know I hate all those goth horror novels that depict vampires as the undead. Why’d you have to bring them up when you know they annoy me?”
“Cause I like it when you get all pissy. Your eyes shoot purple sparks at me.” Max wiggled his eyebrows at her, hoping to make her laugh. He knew quite well that Alexa hated any reference to vampires being undead. Ever since some crazy woman writer had published a whole series of books depicting vampires that way, Alexa had been really touchy about the subject.
She shot him a venomous glare and then gazed out the window. “People know quite well that vampires are just another species. There are no undead, yet everyone wants to be one now because of those stupid books,” she said in a low, angry tone. “It’s trendy and popular to run around with white makeup, red lipstick, fake fangs, and
She really was as tenacious and aggressive as a pit bull, he thought, still counting in his head.
At that moment, the scared girl, who was a full head and shoulders taller than Alexa, handed over her cell phone. Twenty two seconds. Max thought maybe that was some kind of record. Usually, Alexa had to argue with the offender a little bit. He watched as his best friend deleted the photo from the phone and handed it back, scolding the girl all the while.
As Alexa came back toward him, he stood up. The crowd of women that had gathered let out a collective sigh of delight. Alexa gave him a sour look.
“Let’s go. You’ve already tried their best mattress. It’s not good enough, which means nothing here is good enough. Can we just go already?”
Max dropped his arm around her shoulder and steered her toward the door. “Sure. Let me buy you lunch for taking care of the photographer.”
“Steak at the Butcher’s Block,” she said promptly. “Aren’t you lucky I know how to deal with all these yahoos who follow celebs around?”
Max laughed out loud. “Why do you think I picked you to be my best friend?” he teased.
Alexa snorted in disgust. “You picked me? I picked you, buddy. You were nothing but an up-and-coming ass model when I met you.”
Her reference to him being an “ass model” always made him laugh. At the time he’d met Alexa, he’d just gone from being a no-name runway model to the ass that filled out underwear emblazoned with a very famous designer name. He’d been asked to be on a late night talk show because his ass would be on billboards, bus stops, and print ads around the world. Alexa had been famous at that time for fucking the rock star known as Tremain, who’d been the musical act that night.
They’d been instantly drawn to each other when they’d met backstage in the green room...just not in any sexual way. Discovering that they both had a love of old black-and-white romantic comedy movies, Max had invited Alexa to watch the Thin Man series with him that weekend at his loft. Since Alexa and Tremain were pretty much on the outs then, she’d agreed. That had been over five years ago, and she and Max had been best friends ever since.
In those five years, Alexa had dumped Tremain, and Max had gone through a couple of semi-serious relationships. Neither of them had much interest in relationships, though. Every time either got interested in someone, the person they were interested in became jealous of their friendship. Both Max and Alexa refused to give up their friendship for the sake of a relationship that was mostly sex.
Outside, Alexa put on a pair of dark, wraparound sun glasses and rushed toward the limo waiting at the curb. “Fucking sun,” she muttered as she slid onto the long seat.
Max chuckled. “Quit your bitching. The worst it ever does is give you a sunburn. You’re not the undead, after all.”
The limo pulled away from the curb and Alexa pulled off the sunglasses, giving him a nasty look. “You know I hate all those goth horror novels that depict vampires as the undead. Why’d you have to bring them up when you know they annoy me?”
“Cause I like it when you get all pissy. Your eyes shoot purple sparks at me.” Max wiggled his eyebrows at her, hoping to make her laugh. He knew quite well that Alexa hated any reference to vampires being undead. Ever since some crazy woman writer had published a whole series of books depicting vampires that way, Alexa had been really touchy about the subject.
She shot him a venomous glare and then gazed out the window. “People know quite well that vampires are just another species. There are no undead, yet everyone wants to be one now because of those stupid books,” she said in a low, angry tone. “It’s trendy and popular to run around with white makeup, red lipstick, fake fangs, and
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