FIFTEEN
Keeping his name out of her mouth was the best plan, and the only one likely to save him from her catastrophes. A celeb hitting rehab replaced the Astrid scandal. Thank God for the fickle tabloids.
Staying away from the Crimson website, she’d stuck a post-it onto her laptop, reminding her not to login. The word “Crimson” with a thick black cross through it. That should do the trick.
Zairn, in his typical way, wasn’t worried. He didn’t berate her for the stream. In fact, the next time they’d spoken, he didn’t bring it up at all. She had to broach the subject. He’d shrugged it off and started talking about how much he wanted her. Tough to stay on topic when he went that route.
Phone s*x was easier than corporate-media politics. Much more fun too. They talked a lot. Like a lot, a
