asked. He stared at her provocative attire, noticing how her breasts looked as though they were jumping out of the flimsy T-shirt.
Kelly looked down at herself. "It's an assignment," she said.
"An assignment? From Sam?"
"No, not Sam," she answered. "This is Tad Stone."
"Heard about you," Gray said, shaking his hand. "So are you going to come in and screw my girlfriend, or what?"
"I was just leaving," Tad answered. The reporter shrugged off the testy couple sensing the argument about to happen. And Kelly was left to do the explanations on her own, not a task she relished at nearly three a. m..
"I'm sorry, Gray, I should have told you," she admitted to him once they were inside the apartment. "But you haven't exactly been around."
"No, and maybe if I had, I would have talked some sense into you. What's this jerk think he's doing?" Gray said, with an arm sweeping gesture toward the door as if Tad was still standing there.
"He's doing nothing," Kelly snapped. "I'm his boss, it's not the other way around." She headed towards the bedroom hoping to end the questions, but Gray followed.
"The story's that important that you parade your tits in a bar!" he accused, seeing how her ass jiggled inside the tight shorts. His dick was getting hard in spite of his anger.
"It's only for a few days. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have all the information I need," she said turning around.
"You're not doing it, Kelly, not another night," he said.
"And what gives you the right to tell me that?" she snapped at him.
"Well, I love you," he said, as if that was perfectly obvious.
"Love me?" The statement sounded silly.
"Well, at least I used to. I do care about you, that hasn't changed. You're probably fucking that guy too. I know the type you like."
"Dammit, where do you come off being so self-righteous!" she blared. She pulled her T-shirt off over her head, appearing to him as she did in the bar, in nothing but the shorts and collar.
"Good god, Kelly, look at you," he said staring at her. "Do you have any self respect left?"
"Actually, as far as the topless waitressing goes, I like it." She spit the words out, happy she was saying them.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not. It's liberating. I bump asses and breasts with other naked woman. We talk real, about what jerks guys can really be. We laugh at them because we have all this power to make them hard, to have their dicks in their hands. And you know what? We walk away with self satisfied snickers and a few more dollars in our pockets. Yeah, Gray, I like it."
He shook his head. "I'd never believe this. Never. What's Sam going to say when he hears about it?"
"He's not going to know anything until this is over, if at all."
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
"You will NOT tell Sam Ross," Kelly charged at him angrily, her eyes had suddenly lit like lightening, something he never dared to cross.
"You say it's only a few more days?" he asked, backing down.
"That's what I said."
"And no more?"
She didn't like the way the conversation was going. She could predict the ultimatum at the finish, though she'd never accept an ultimatum from Gray. "I can't say that," she answered. "Some things are just part of the job."
"I don't like it Kelly," he said. Though he had little say in face of her emotional power.
"Well, I suppose that's something you'll have to accept," she replied.
The discussion was over.
So you want to make love, or not?" she asked.
The question took him by surprise and he stared at her as he considered his answer. "I don't think I can," he finally replied, almost looking a little lost.
"Well, that's just fine," she replied, feeling a twinge of judgment and hurt shut down the glorious feeling that had welled up in her. "If that's the case, you can sleep on the couch and move your things out in the morning."
"Move out?" He sounded surprised.
"I guess it's time," she said without batting an eye, even if she was feeling a little scared.
"I suppose you're right," he