"Don't say anything, Tom." I stated evenly as I went back over to my stool to grab the guitar I had left next to it earlier. Tom just threw his hands up into the air slowly as if silently stating that he hadn't intended to. I rolled my eyes. I knew him better than that. He grew quiet behind me—pacing the room silently as he neared the stool where I sat once more. His nearness was making me nervous and still he moved closer as if he liked invading my personal space.
"So, where did you meet the Beach Boy at?" Tommy asked as I threw him a scathing glance. I knew it! I knew he'd say something. He just raised a brow innocently before strumming one of the strings on my guitar from over my shoulder. I shivered before pushing him away.
"You just can't leave it alone, can you Tom?" I asked him simply as he backed away from me slowly before eyeing me curiously.
"It's just a question, Jude. You're the one that seems to have trouble answering." Tommy stated pointedly as I growled under my breath. God, the man was so infuriating! I jumped off the stool before backing him up against the wall with my guitar.
"Actually, he met me here at the studio doing a job for his radio station if you must know." I replied with a wry quirk of my brow as Tommy just peered at me from beneath lowered lashes before leaning back casually against the wall behind him.
"You seem awful friendly for someone involved in a committed relationship." Tommy stated with a half-smile as he tapped me gently on the nose. It was then that I realized how close I was standing to him. Ugghhhhh! No, he was not doing this to me! I backed away perceptibly until my back rested against the opposite side of the room away from him.
"Come off it, Tom! We have a schedule to go over and then I'm going home to Chris." I remarked as he winced at the statement—seemingly disturbed by that idea all together. Tom shrugged.
"Actually, I thought we could work here in the studio some tonight if it doesn't encroach on your personal time." Tommy stated suddenly as I just turned to gape at him. There was no way I was doing that. I knew what he was trying to do, and I was not falling for it. I shook my head vehemently.
"I will not work tonight, Tom, so figure in something else into your schedule." I stated on a sarcastic laugh as Tommy approached me stealthily. What was he doing? What gave him the right to come back here and act like this?
"Planning on doing indiscreet things tonight, Jude?" He asked me in a low tone as I just looked over at him as if he were a member of the living dead. What had he just asked me? Uh uh, no way! I don't think so.
"You have no right to ask me that, Tom! No right whatsoever! What I do with Chris is my business. Not yours. If you want to know in depth information about my personal life, then you need a license and a right to call yourself my OBGYN." I stated fervently as he coughed to cover up the sudden laugh that bubbled up in his throat. What? He had made me angry now. If that had been his intentions, then he was once again getting what he wanted.
"You want to be treated like a woman, Jude? You want to go sharing yourself with someone you've only know four months, then fine with me. But, if you're planning on doing that, then why not get it on with a real man?" He asked as I just scoffed. He really wanted to fight didn't he? Oh hell, I'd give him a fight! I marched over to him pointedly before digging my finger right into the center of his chest.
"Because a real man doesn't walk off on a date, Quincy. A real man owns up to it, and let's just say that Chris has learned more about me in four months than you did in two years so do me a favor will you, Tom. Go scratch that itch you have up your ass up someone else's tree." I retorted as Tommy just stared at me a moment in surprise before smiling at my fervor.
"I guess I've got my work cut out for me then." Tommy stated vaguely, leaving me to wonder with both trepidation and anticipation exactly what he meant.
