In the elevator, headed downstairs to the building’s pool, Rafi found himself cornered by a reporter. What publication she was with or how she’d gotten in, he couldn’t say; she didn’t even seem to be looking for him, but she was delighted to have found him.
“So what happened between you and Julian Gault?” she said, recording him on her phone.
“I have no comment.”
“Is it true that you cheated on him?”
“No.”
“Is it true that you stole money from him?”
“No!”
“Is it true that you’re bad in bed?”
“You’d have to ask him.”
“I think he’s made his opinion clear. What would you like to say to him about that?”
“Whatever it is, I’ll say it to him, not you.”
“Did you hurt him during s*x? We hear you’re quite rough.”
“What?” He knew better than to give her that much of a reaction, but it was
