Claim Me: A Novel

basically a love story in thirty seconds, we ought to go out and suss out our chemistry.”
    “I take it the chemistry is good?”
    “Sizzling,” Jamie agrees, and although I’m still not thrilled about the ease with which Jamie bounces from bed to bed, I can’t deny that this morning my roommate looks good. Sparkly, fizzy good, and I figure that the new job and the new guy have a lot to do with that. I feel a surge of protectiveness mixed with relief and tinged with a tiny bit of worry. Jamie’s never confided in me about it, but I’m pretty sure that before I moved in she often chose her men based not on attraction but on their willingness to help her make the mortgage. If a real relationship develops between Jamie and Bryan Raine, no one will be happier than me. But if he ends up breaking her heart, I have a feeling that my strong, self-sufficient roommate will shatter.
    I glance at her and see that she’s frowning. I swallow, afraid that my fears show on my face. “What is it?”
    “You’re really wearing a skirt? I thought you tech folks were all about the jeans and T-shirts with math equations.”
    I scowl, because I happen to own several T-shirts with truly funny math jokes. “First day on the job, and I’m not doing the tech side, remember. I’m management. I want to look professional.”
    I’ve zipped up the blue skirt, and now I slide my feet into my favorite pair of pumps, then slip on a white silk shell that I top with a darling jacket I found at one of the studio resale shops that Jamie took me to during our Nikki-just-arrived-in-LA shopping spree. It has a classical cut with a muted pattern in gray and blue. The clerk told us that it was worn by one of the characters on some television show I never watched, but that Jamie assured me was great fun.
    “I want to hear more about this guy,” I tell her as I move back into the bathroom to fly through my makeup routine. “But I have to get going.” She follows me and leans against the door as I finish up by carefully lining my eyes and brushing mascaraon my lashes. When I’m done, I do a little spin in the tiny area between the tub and the sink. “Do I look okay?”
    “When don’t you?” she asks. “And if anyone asks, Lauren Graham wore that jacket on
Gilmore Girls
. Trust me, it’s cool.”
    I nod, taking her word for it.
    “Want to meet after work? I’ll tell you about Raine and you can tell me all about your nights away from home, too. I want to hear everything.”
    “Sounds good,” I say, not bothering to tell her that where Damien is concerned, there is no way that I’m going to be revealing “everything.” “Du-par’s?” I ask.
    “Are you shitting me? I want a drink. Meet me at Firefly,” she says, referring to a local bar on Ventura Boulevard that we went to my first night in town.
    “I’ll text you as I’m leaving work,” I say, then pull her into a hug. “I’m really glad about this guy. I can’t wait to hear more.”
    “I can’t wait to
see
more,” she says with a wicked grin. “Trust me, I could look at that man all day.”
    I leave Jamie sighing and probably replaying last night’s coital gymnastics in her mind, then hurry down the back stairs to the parking area. As I pull out, I see the limo in my rearview mirror. I keep an eye on it until I turn, but it doesn’t move from the spot, and as I turn onto Ventura Boulevard, I can’t help but smile. After all, it’s not every day I manage to outmaneuver Damien Stark.
    Despite the fact that my ancient Honda has very little spunk and has lately taken to stalling out at stoplights, I manage to get from Studio City to the Innovative Resources office in Burbank in less than fifteen minutes, completely stall-free. I consider this a stellar beginning to the day. I park next to a red Mini Cooper that I eye jealously, then lock my car and head toward the ugly four-story stucco building that houses the Innovative offices along with a few subtenants.
    My phone beeps and I pause in the middle of the parking lot to pull it out of my purse, then smile when I see it’s from Damien.
    Thinking of you. Be good on your first day. Get along with the other kids. But don’t share your candy.
    I laugh and tap out a reply. I only share my candy w/ u.
    His reply makes me smile. Very glad to hear it.
    I answer quickly. Heading into building now. Wish me luck.
    His response is just as quick. Luck, though you don’t need it. Meeting reconvening, must go. Tonight, baby.