“That’s the pot calling the kettle black don’t you think?” I say to him, annoyed that he’s ruining what was just a very exciting moment for me. I mean Dan Stolle of Radio Silence just told me that he was a fan of my work and told me that he wants to see me later. The man is every girl’s wet dream, pure one hundred percent rock star hotness, and he just showed interest in me. Now Marcus, who has probably slept with every girl I’ve ever known, is telling me to wash my hand after a rock star kissed it. Not cool. Marcus leans in and whispers in my ear. “Just say the word, and I won’t touch another one.” I pull my head back, turning so I can look up into his eyes. He seems sincere, so I find myself saying. “The word.” His eyes narrow slightly, as the corner of his mouth turns up. He appears pleased with himself. “Done. Just stay away from the likes of him.” I roll my eyes, feeling confused and tired.
