"Right, this is it. The truck. And I'm Emma. And you're Jenna. And you're going to help me move across the country."
Or
The one where a cross-country road trip turns into no-strings-attached (turns into something even worse).
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Sam shouted through the phone in a sickly, sweet voice.
"Bye bestie, love you!"
"Fuck off." Sam's laughter cut off as I hit End Call. I took a deep breath and turned to look at Jenna. One hand held the steering wheel in a death grip. The other beat out a nervous pattern on her leg. She made no move to speak, so I tried to.
"Um. Well, that's... Yeah. So..."
"'Handsome hunk?'" she repeated. I buried my face in my hands. She got out a choked laugh, then started again.
"So apparently there are paparazzi in the Midwest."
I cleared my throat.
"Apparently. Look, Jenna, I'm sorry. This is why..." I grimaced
"well, part of why I was so reluctant on the whole casual sex thing. Fucking reporters. They get a whiff of personal business and they're rolling in it like a dog in shit."
Jenna's face clouded, and she took a second to answer.
"Not every reporter is like that. Some do good stuff. You know, important stuff."
I scoffed, remembering installing barbed wire on the top of the fence around my first property.
"Sure, like the ones who broke into my garage and put a tracking device on my car." Jenna gaped, and I couldn't help continuing.
"Or like the reporters who paid off my building's cleaning service to sneak a microphone into my kitchen. They got some really important stuff."
She bristled in her seat, something twitching in her temple as she listened.
"Those weren't reporters," she said through gritted teeth.
"They were paparazzi. That's not journalism."
I didn't know why this was such a sore spot for her, but I figured I should let it go.
"Fine, maybe that's true. Let's see what these not-journalists got on us this time." I checked my news alerts app. I had muted it when we left LA, overly optimistic that for at least a week I wouldn't need it. But there they were, about twenty ignored notifications from different websites, all with salacious titles. I clicked on the first timestamp, most likely the site that first shared the pictures.
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We knew it would happen sooner or later. Emma Myers, billionaire icon, continues her ladykiller streak in the Sooner State, getting up close and personal with another bombshell.
After disappearing from the public eye last week, Myers has reemerged at a gay bar in Oklahoma City. Once again in tow? The easy-on-the-eyes blonde Myers picked up in Los Angeles [click here to see our coverage of that incident]. It seems the tech star's baffling decision to personally oversee her cross-country move has paid off.
