Whiskey for Elephants

2.

Bloomington, Illinois

I rolled out of bed in the hotel and glanced at the time, soon it'll be time for the photo shoot. I'm not lying when I say I haven't spoken to Mr. Radke since that day in the office, but that is all about to change as he's calling me.
"Durant speaking, what's up?" I say groggily. I was checking myself out in the mirror, I'm vain as hell that way. I stretch and a moan escapes my lips.
"Woah there Danika, got a man in there? I don't hear a man but that noise, it's the noise a woman makes when," I clear my throat and groan. "Oh. Okay, you just don't wanna see me then. The dude you rep. Self proclaimed bad ass." I open my door to find him standing there in a bro tank and blue basket ball shorts, forgetting my own attire. I slept in short shorts and a loose fitting FIR tank that was given to me on my first day as an intern.
"Dude, the fuck do you want? I just woke up, asshole." I fling the door open to my room and he follows me in. I shake my hair out and stretch again. I open the door to my bathroom and turn the water on to brush my teeth. He leans in the doorway.
"Willows Mom is in town to take her to the dentist, which I didn't plan on, so now I'm bored. Wanna get breakfast?" I spit and then looked at him in the mirror. He was tired looking, with his hair a mess and keys in hand. His hair was tucked underneath a SnapBack. Not that it was long anymore anyway. He gazed at me, unaware that I was looking at him. "You can wear that." He says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I shut the water off and head to my suit case. I pull out some leggings and a long button up flannel.
"I won't wear my slutty PJs, dude. Sorry." I say, closing the door to the bathroom as I shower and dress. I heard him slide down the door, chuckling. The chuckling turned into a groan. "Hurry up! I'm dying out here, brat!"
"Stop calling me brat!" I yell over the water. "Go get dressed!"
"So, yes to breakfast?" I open the door in my towel, blurring the professional line once again.
"No, I'm just showering with you ten feet away because you just get me SO hot. I just have to take a cold one to ease the pain of my throbbing.."
"Keep talking like that and it WILL no longer be sarcasm."
"Shut up, Radke."
"Make me, Durant."
"See you in the lobby."
"I'll be the man in Black." He says, walking away. I close my bathroom door and slam my head against it. There's no rules in the book that say I can't fuck my client but man. I take the shower head down and treat myself.
~~~fantasy~~~
The only sounds were coming from my skin against his and our voices filling the void. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, I gasped and bit my lip. His right hand was on my hip to guide me easily back onto him. He used it to hold me in place while he slid it further down my front to play with my clit, making it impossible for me to move. I turned to look at him and he shoved me down on the bed or whatever this thing was, "Did I say to look at me Brat?" He slid himself out slowly and rejoined me fast and shockingly. That, paired with him and my clit, caused me to cum onto his cock and fingers.
~~~~~~

I reached the lobby, seeing him sitting in a chair reading something.
"So. Where do you wanna eat?" I say, sitting down on the chair across from him. What can I say, I liked looking at him. He put down whatever it was.
"Idk, where do you wanna go?"
"When does Willow get back? Whens the show?" I say, my answer dependent on his.
"Willow is spending the night with her mom, the show isn't until ten pm or so. With the openers, I mean."
"WE ARE DRIVING TO THE BARTONVILLE DINER." I exclaim, "I'm driving!" I add. He chuckles.
"Impromptu traveling. You from here?"
"Yeah. This diners the best." We climb into my car and I give him the Aux. He puts the band on.
"What's your favorite song by us?" He asks.
"Either Bad At Life or Fuck you and all your friends."
"Those are mine too."
"They really resonate with me. I don't know, just something about the detectable ache-y feel of it. Kind of like you're doing the best you can but here's this pain anyway." He smiles at me.
"Where'd they find you at?" He says. "You're the coolest publicist."
"Warped tour." I say, all seriousness.
He gasped.
"Pink hair girl from twitter?!" I raise my eyebrows in shock.
"You, you've seen me tweet at you?"
"Dude, I recommended you for the internship two years ago! What the fuck!" I was blushing.
"Of all times to fangirl. I used to be so in love with you, haha. Then when I started working for the industry my opinions changed."
"You realized how dick ish I was?" He said.
"No, I figured someone getting their life back on track didn't need an unhealthy distraction. So I went to work on making sure people didn't single handedly ruin it."
"You're the girl who made the monthly sales celebration kid friendly, yeah?" I nodded.
"That was the first time I saw you in person. Besides warped haha." I say.
"This sounds like an emo shit show." He says.
"Well it's true. Willow brought me over bubbles and I walked her back to you."
"I had no idea that was you."
"Yeah. I changed a bunch. Let's leave it at that."