CHAPTER 2: THE BAD BOY’S SECRETMONDAY MORNING, ASIA WAS BANGING on my door at 8:00. I yawned as I opened the door. “Hey Asia,” I murmured, stepping back to let her in. “Why are you here so early?”
She gave me an incredulous look. “I thought you were coming with me!” she exclaimed. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
I yawned again. “The audition is for you, silly,” I said, heading into the kitchen and pouring us both a cup of coffee. “It’s you they’re going to hire. Why do I need to be there?”
“Um, for moral support, hon,” she said, taking the steaming cup from me. “I need you there with me.” She gave me her best pouty face. “Please? You know I’d be there for you if you were auditioning.”
I blew out a breath. “Ok. Fine. Let me get dressed.”
Thirty minutes later, we pulled into the parking deck
