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tour?” Olivia
appeared at the entrance to the lounge.
    “Who told her?”
    “I did,” Jules said, coming in behind her. “It only seemed
fair, man.”
    “Can I get in on the betting pool? It’d be a nice bonus.”
    “Nicky isn’t in the pool,” Mark said. “Is it fair for you to
be in it?”
    “You didn’t bet?” Olivia looked at me sharply. I took my
pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and lit one.
    “Didn’t seem like the right thing to do,” I said. “Besides,
if it ever got back to you, no matter what I bet it’d make me look bad.” Olivia
continued to stare at me for a moment longer.
    “What did everyone else bet?” she asked, looking around the
lounge.
    “One month for Mark, two weeks for Jules, the whole tour for
Dan, and six months for Alex,” I told her. “Alex thinks that you’ll fall in
love with me and we’ll last for two months after the end of the tour.”
    “Dan’s going to get the money,” Olivia said. She glanced at
everyone else in the lounge and then looked at me. “Which bunks are open?”

 
    ****
    “You’re playing me,” I told Olivia. It was sometime between
one and three in the morning; the rest of the guys had mostly wandered off to
the bunks. Olivia was busy working on something on her laptop.
    “Excuse me?” She didn’t quite look up from the screen, but
one eyebrow rose.
    “You want me; I know you do,” I explained, licking my lips
and taking another sip of the beer in my hand. “And I know you had a good time
before. But you don’t want to get attached to someone who’s just going to
wander off.”
    “I think I said that pretty much word for word,” Olivia
said. “How exactly is that ‘playing you’?”
    “You’re testing me,” I said. “You didn’t text me once after
you found out about coming on tour. We’ve been on the road for two days and you
barely even acknowledge my existence. You want to see how hard I’ll work for
this—for you.”
    “Or—and here’s a crazy thought—I want to put the sex behind
us and focus on doing the best job I possibly can so that I get more work at
the magazine.”
    “Do you really want to put the sex behind us?” I grinned.
“It was pretty fucking awesome sex, you have to admit.”
    “I don’t have to admit anything,” Olivia said.
    “It was awesome though. Has anyone ever told you how
hot you look when you come?”
    “Guys say things like that all the time,” Olivia said with a
shrug. “They say it to everyone. What’s hot isn’t the girl coming; it’s the
fact that she’s coming. Makes you feel all badass and manly.” I laughed out
loud, nearly spilling my beer before I could get it onto the fold-up table next
to the couch.
    “Okay. Okay, that’s fair,” I said once I could breathe
enough to talk. “But some women look hotter than others. You look like—a
fucking nova, it’s so hot.” Olivia snorted.
    “Not going to work, Nicky,” she said. I heard the keys
rattling.
    “It’s just the truth,” I said, shrugging. “You’re hot as
hell—whether you’re coming or not.”
    “I’m not testing you,” Olivia said. I finally got what I
wanted: she looked up, meeting my gaze. “I just don’t want to risk getting
feelings for you, and then finding out that I’m nothing more than a notch on
your bedpost.”
    “No bedposts on a tour bunk,” I pointed out.
    “If I have sex with you on the bus, everyone is going to
hear it.” I smirked.
    “So you’ve thought about having sex with me on the bus.”
Olivia closed her eyes and I watched her tits straining at the fabric of her
tee shirt as she took a deep breath.
    “Of course I’ve thought about it,” she said finally. “You’re
hot, and yes the sex was great. But it would be just as much a mistake
to have sex with you on the bus—or anywhere on the tour—as it was the first
time. More of a mistake, really.”
    “First of all,” I said, picking my beer up again and taking
a drink from it. “Play some music loud enough