confused. My brain isn’t as sharp as usual, so I have no idea what that meant. “Whatever. I just don’t know what I did for him to betray me like that.”
Monroe rubs my back consolingly. “I’m sorry, Mags. Vince is a stupid ass. You’re not an easy one to get, and he had you.”
I smile with the sides of my mouth turned down. “You’re so good for my self-esteem. But he accused me of wanting to fuck Robert. I can’t believe I let Robert grind my ass on the elevator.” I shake my head. “I mean, he was really getting in there. It was… gross.”
“Uh-oh,” Monroe says.
“Uh-oh what?”
Monroe tilts her head. “You liked it. You like him.”
“I don’t hate him, but he drives me crazy.”
“I know you, Mags. You like him, like him.”
I sigh hard. “Am I curious?”
“Yes you are!”
“Yes I am but it’s never going to happen.”
“You’re like a guy who wants to fuck his girlfriend’s best friend.” She looks at me askew. “So are you going to do it now that you’ve broken up with Vince in front of the entire company?”
Jeez . I pause to think about what I did. “I must’ve lost it.”
Monroe laughs. “Well, when someone pisses you off to that point, watch out! I mean, you don’t get there quickly, but when you go, you blow.”
I cover my face with a pillow. “I made a fool of myself!” I shout into its fluffiness. “Oh my God, I don’t have a job!”
“You don’t need one. You’re Jack Lord’s cousin.”
I lower the pillow. “I’m not going to mooch off Jack.”
“Or we can go into business together. I already have a client lined up.” Her eyes shine with hope.
“I’ve been counting on you mentioning that.”
“And?”
“I just need to put this day behind me, but I’m ready. I think we should do it.”
“You do?” she asks.
I shrug. “Why not?”
“For real, Mags. You’re not fucking with me?”
“I wouldn’t fuck with you.”
“Then let’s shake on it.” She holds up her hand. “And don’t shake on it if you don’t mean it.”
I shake her hand. “I mean it.”
“There’s no turning back now. It’s a done deal.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Okay.”
We grin at each other. I really like the way this decision makes me feel. I’ve made it under duress, which is never a good thing to do, but so what? Since leaving the tutelage of Cruella La Bitch, I’ve learned to take life by the horns and try like hell to bend it to my will.
I pat Monroe’s thigh to signal a change in conversation. “Oh, congratulations on The Great Dame . I heard it got good ratings as a made-for-TV movie.”
Monroe smiles proudly. “It did.”
I smile. “And there’s Emmy talk for best made-for-TV movie and a best actress nomination for Mandy Hill.”
“Can you believe it? The way that chick bumps coke, you’d think her brains would be too fried to remember her lines.”
“She’s an addict?”
Monroe nods. “She has a serious problem. I like her, you know. She’s crazier than I am!”
“That’s indeed crazy.”
She elbows me. I laugh.
“A group of us were thinking about putting together an intervention for her,” Monroe says.
I flinch, taken aback. “Wow. You’re that close to her?”
“We’re friends. Not like you and I—we’re sisters.”
I grin. “That’s what I want to hear.”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “But deep down, Mandy’s a good person. By the way, I noticed you were wearing the Valentino dress I gave you. Really, Mags, are you still wearing my hand-me-downs?”
“I still don’t like to shop.”
“I know. It’s part of your psychosis.”
I grunt. “I still don’t understand what the hell you’re saying when you say that.”
“I’ll tell you what, Vince isn’t going to let you go. He’s going to ride your ride until the wheels fall off.”
I shake my head. “No, we’re done. He used me. And the way he fucked me this morning… And the way he embarrassed me… He’s just an asshole