“All of them?” He raised an eyebrow, and I thought I managed to actually blush that time.
“Yeah,” I replied quietly. “Even the…ah…the early stuff.”
“You mean the porn?” he laughed.
“Yeah, that.”
“Meaningless,” he informed me with a wave of his hand. “If there is nothing else fame has taught me, it’s taught me to go after what you want, when you want it. I want you – tonight. Who knows what will happen to us tomorrow?”
Who knows what might happen to you tonight?
I let my tongue lick at my lips, glanced from the floor up to Brad’s eyes, and then over to the door. I wondered what Alex could hear from there and if Phillip would be returning any time soon.
“Stay here, Marshall,” Brad said. His head tilted to one side, and he gave me one of those half smiles that seemed to make his female fans start dropping articles of clothing around his feet. “I mean…if you aren’t busy or anything. I was going to order dinner in.”
I glanced at the door as it opened and Phillip entered, answering my earlier question. His eyes widened just enough to show his annoyance and possibly a little jealousy. He didn’t look at me or at Ashton as he moved around the room, and I figured this was probably a pretty common occurrence.
Staying right now wasn’t a good idea. I couldn’t kill Ashton in his own room – not with Phillip and Alex hanging about. Besides, the plan was forming, and I wasn’t ready for this particular job just yet.
Need to get some condoms.
No, I wasn’t going to let it get that far…was I? I just needed to do a little recon around the area and pick up some other supplies.
“I, ah…” I stammered a bit. “We were gonna go watch some football. Um…Jim and I. He’s probably already wondering where I am. Do you…um…you want to join us?”
“Me in a public bar?” Brad snorted. “No, that’s all right.”
He took in a long breath and blew it slowly out his nose.
“Go on,” he said, “but think about it, okay?”
I nodded and headed out the door and down the hallway. Playing hard to get would make him a lot more likely to agree to go somewhere else with me later, and I needed him to be willing to leave. If he wasn’t, well, I could always drag him out, but he looked like a screamer, and that would definitely cause some commotion.
Jim was hanging out around the corner as I left the suite, and he pushed the down button for the elevator as I appeared.
“You’re dodging the bullet there,” Jim snickered as we headed down the elevator.
I just shrugged at him.
After a couple light beers, I claimed to be tired and headed back up the elevator. Reaching into my back pocket, I quickly stepped into the skywalk heading to the other hotels in the area as I called Jonathan with the pre-paid phone.
“Hyatt Regency in Atlanta,” I said when he answered. “I need room 555 in the International tower. Can you check it?”
“Sure thing, bro.” I could hear clacking of the keyboard as Jonathan’s magic fingers poked around until he announced he was inside the hotel’s firewall or whatever. “It’s open. What name you need it in?”
“Marshall Miller.”
“Got it.” More clacking. “Give me a few and I’ll call ya back.”
After shoving the phone back in my pocket, I headed down the stairs of the Marriott and out onto the street. It was getting late, and it shouldn’t be too hard to come up with what I needed, even if my connections weren’t very strong in this area. Even if they were, I wouldn’t use them. It would just place Evan Arden in this area, and I wasn’t going to chance that.
I found a juvenile delinquent near the Hard Rock Café and scored exactly what I needed.
“You don’t look like the type that would need these,” the teen said as he handed me a few pills and I handed him some cash.
“Depends on what you want,” I answered quietly.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I walked away from the kid and headed up the long stairway to the Hyatt entrance again as I answered.