Spotlight (Famous, #2)

by Eden Finley

“Why does Cash Kingsley think I’m straight when you know I’m not? Like, definitely not.” “Maybe you give off a super-straight vibe?” “Bitch, please.”

It’s both hot and a little guilt-inducing because it’s objectifying my boss, and I really shouldn’t do that. That would be bad. So bad. Like he might have to spank me bad. And there I go again. Fuck.

Oh God, I have a crush on a dude who was in a boy band. Kill me now.

“You know, you think you’re being sarcastic right now, but apart from your stubborn pretentious streak, you’re practically a Teletubby.” “Fuck off.” “A Teletubby with a dirty mouth.” I wince. “Swear jar?” “Yep.”

“What if she wants to grow up to be famous?” “Then we’re fucking screwed. It’s not like I can tell her no. That’d be hypocritical.” “Haven’t you learned yet? Ninety percent of parenting is being hypocritical.”

“Sweetie, if someone tells you that you should smile, what do you say?” “Give me a reason to.” I turn back to Lyric. “See, I’ve taught her valuable feminist lessons and shit.”