There were a few things Cameron wanted, but sleeping with Ste wasn't one of them.
He was her manager. And she knew she had a lot to be grateful for, but really, hadn't that time ran out by now? Seriously, he was clingy. Just because she'd been saving herself all this time, didn't mean she'd been saving herself for him.
But he read what he wanted to, of it. Now he was keeping her. Paying for her apartment. All she wanted was to be alone. To be alone with Sarah.
It didn't look like that would happen anytime soon.
She'd awoke early and made Ste breakfast. She so hoped he had a meeting to get too.
"No, no, I just want to be with you." He was smiling as he reached for her hand across the table where they ate in the little eat in kitchen in her apartment.
"But, but weren't you going to see Sarah today. I thought you said you'd do lunch with her and Casey. Today." Cameron looked at him seriously as she drank her coffee.
"Did I? I don't remember. Did you let me have too much to drink?" He kept smiling, slyly.
As if she could have stopped him. No, she gave him thoughts that had happened, when they hadn't. "No, I'm pretty sure you told them at 2 this afternoon at that little Indian bistro you love so much. You wanted to see Sarah again."
"I can't recall." He gave her a wince.
"Maybe its Sarah you want." She shrugged, hoping he'd let go.
"Is she managing them?" He wanted to know.
"I think so." She nodded. "They were good. They could open for me, you know. I like them."
"You would, just school boys who want to be rockers." Ste sighed.
"We all have to have a start somewhere, now don't we?" She sang with a band, but she did local theater too. She'd been paid well at a children's theater as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Of course, she took less and less classes at the University. This band shit was like a disease, but she knew she loved a crowd. Always would. And well, it was just for the summer.
"Well, give her a ring, in case she forgot." It was as if Ste had read her mind.
Cameron smiled, slipping away from Ste when she could. Really, she was getting nausea.