CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
After two days without hearing from Jeuley, Brad was going through serious withdrawal. He missed her. He wanted to work with her, even just have lunch with her. She didn’t pick up when he’d called her place. Messaging had left him with a blank screen. Knocking on her door was futile. It seemed he’d end up waiting forever.
But there was still that nagging hope that she was just working on something big and ignoring the outside world. The last time he was on the sidewalk, he’d looked up into her window, but her mini-slats were closed. Damn. Why was he missing her so badly? Brad wanted to still be attached to her…preferably at the hip. Where the hell was his crazy yearning coming from? And what the hell could he tell Mike Moffat?
Brad decided to drown his misery in some surfing. His website had quieted down. No new messages had been posted to his board, no new comments were on his blog and no new products had landed in his mailbox for reviewing. He clicked through the Blue Root site, not looking for anything in particular.
There they were in bold letters, three new “gotta-have” programs. Optimum Orgasm, Rolling River and Epicurean Ecstasy were available for download. Jeuley had sold out to BlueCentric after all.
He’d been duped. She’d tricked him through and through. How on earth could he have fallen for it?
But she hadn’t seemed two-faced. She could’ve just left after they’d tested the vid synch. But she’d stayed. And stayed in the nude the whole time as well. What was going on?
Brad powered down his computer. He’d had enough for today.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to hack into his own brain and reformat the sector that held his memory of Jeuley Crissin and the Blue Root and everything that went with her.
He’d call Mike tomorrow and break the news, perhaps all of it. Right now, he just wanted to drown himself in comedic vids until he fell asleep. Maybe they’d drown his senses enough to get over missing her.
Hopefully sooner than later.
