by MK Schiller
That was except for their freshman year at Syracuse, when the friendship was tested, but it was a long time ago and a forbidden subject. “She’s a fan, and she has a crush on you.”
For the first time in the conversation, Brad captured all of Kyle’s attention. He focused his thoughts on the conversation instead of mentally undressing the straw-sucking minx, who was probably doing the same thing to him. “I’m listening.”
Brad displayed his own cocky smile as if he’d just put Kyle in checkmate, which in a way, was exactly what he’d done. “I thought she might like to meet you. She reads all your articles, even the ones when you were on the back pages.”
Did girls read newspapers anymore? Certainly not the girls he dated. Why bother when they could get their news through microblogging and celebrity Twitter messages. “So she has good taste. She should read my articles. They are Pulitzer-worthy, after all.”
Kyle was not a humble man, but his pride was supported by his stellar work.
“I think you should meet her. Don’t fuck her. Just be a nice guy like I know you can be.”
“Sounds like a stalker to me,” Kyle said sarcastically.
The smile left Brad’s lips. “That’s it. You owe me, and I’m cashing in. Do you remember when I talked my client into giving you the interview over Thomas Watkins?” At the mention of the other journalist’s name, Kyle scowled. Thomas Watkins worked for the Times and Kyle worked for the Tribune. They were constantly in competition for the best stories. Kyle owed Brad for that lead, if only for the small victory over Watkins.
Brad reached for his wallet, took out a crisp bill, and threw it on the counter. Kyle waved his hand in objection, but Brad ignored it. “This is on me, but it’s time for you to pay up, brother.”
“I’ll take her out, but just once. I’m not running a charity here.”
“That’s all I ask, but be a nice guy, okay? She’s very shy and sensitive.”
“I’m always a nice guy.” Brad cocked his eyebrow, giving Kyle a doubtful look. “Fine, I’ll just pretend to be you then.” He understood why Brad thought he was disrespectful to women, but it was actually the opposite. Kyle respected women so much that he would never subject one to the turmoil of a relationship with him.
“Good idea,” Brad said, stepping off the stool.
The red-haired vixen sat forward in her chair, exposing her sizable cleavage as if she were displaying it just for Kyle. He nodded in appreciation, holding out his drink in a mock toast, and she crooked her finger toward him. Brad chuckled, reminding Kyle he was still there.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m meeting up with Cassie. I’ll text you Lanie’s number so you can give her a call. Tap the redhead before she starts stripping in here.”
Kyle laughed. It was funny how Brad could always tell what he was thinking.
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Girl by Any Other Name
Copyright © October 2013 by MK Schiller
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