Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter 2

Luke Dornan was fully aware of his public image. It ranged from douche-bag to rock-star god, depending on audience. His serial-dating of Victoria's Secret models, in particular, gained him the ire of his female detractors. Regardless, Joyce insisted it was in his best interests to have an attractive female companion on the red carpets, even if there was no real relationship. His latest, Marina Vacek, had lasted almost six months, although they'd actually spent considerably less time together which was fine by him. Marina was an acquired taste that he had yet to fully acquire.

"What more can I do other than charter a plane for a hundred grand?" Debbie asked.

"Let's do that," Luke said. "I'm bored and don't want to spend another day here by myself."

"As your business advisor I suggest you suck it up and stick with your business class commercial flight."

"What are you up to?"

"Well, I wish I was lying next to the pool at the Beverly Wilshire rather than sitting on the disgusting carpeted floor next to one of the twenty treadmills lining the wall of my gym. It's a gorgeous and rare smog-free day, and I'm stuck inside fighting off the café lattes."

"Yeah. Life is so unfair. But I'd like to get out of here as soon as I finish up tomorrow night."

"Listen to me. Everything is full until the following morning. Guess they didn't know your royal highness wanted to leave early."

"No need for the sarcasm."

"Take the evening off and stuff your face with crap. Hell, rent a porno and jerk off. I don't know. Just give me a break."

"I should fire you."

"Yeah? Sean would beat your arse."

"So what am I supposed to do tomorrow night?"

"I already told you."

"I didn't think you were serious."

"I'm sure you can find something to do.You're in Vancouver, Canada. I doubt even you can get into trouble there."