Free Honey Moon by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

got involved with the innocents. Although he was only twenty-three himself, he had learned long ago that he hurt defenseless creatures with eager eyes and soft hearts, and so he stayed away from them.
    As the hostess left, a waitress popped up at his elbow. "Hey, Mr. Dillon. I can't believe I got you at my table. I had Sylvester Stallone last week."
    "How 'bout that."
    "So how was he?" Scotty asked. The stuntmen collected movie-star gossip like other people collected stamps. He'd been trying to get work on a Stallone picture for months.
    "Oh, he was real nice. And he left me a fifty-dollar tip."
    Scotty laughed and shook his big blond head in admiration. "He can afford it, I guess. That Sly is some guy." Eric ordered a beer. He cared too much about his body to abuse it, and he never had more than two drinks when he went out. He didn't do drugs, either. He refused to turn into a burned-out zombie like so many other people in the business. Cigarettes were his only vice, and he was going to kick that habit as soon as things settled down.
    For the next couple of hours, he tried to have a good time. Most of the girls in the place wanted to meet him, but he put up his invisible No Trespassing sign so that only the most aggressive bothered him. A guy with blow-dried hair offered him some coke that he guaranteed was pure, but Eric told him to fuck off.
    He and Tom were shooting a game of pool in an alcove lined with metal lockers and time clocks when a busty blond in a sparkly blue dress came up to him. He saw right away that she was his kind of woman—stacked and gorgeous, four or five years older than he was, with good makeup and experienced eyes. One of the indestructibles. As she approached the pool table, he remembered why he had let Scotty and Tom talk him into coming along with them tonight. He wanted to get laid.
    "Hi." She let her gaze travel from a dark lock of hair that had tumbled over his forehead all the way down to the crotch of his jeans. "My name's Cindy. I'm a big fan of yours."
    He stuck his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and squinted at her through the smoke. "Is that so?"
    "A big fan. My friends dared me to get your autograph."
    He chalked his pool cue. "And you're not the kind of girl who's going to turn down a dare, are you?"
    "No way."
    He set down the pool cue and took the thick black marking pen she held out, then waited for her to pass over a piece of paper for the autograph. Instead, she sauntered closer toward him and slipped down the strap on her blue dress, exposing her shoulder for his signature.
    He lightly scraped the clip of the pen over the flesh she had revealed. "If I'm going to autograph skin, how about I autograph something more interesting than a shoulder?"
    "Maybe I'm shy."
    "Why don't I believe that?"
    Without bothering to raise the strap on her dress, she propped one hip up on the edge of the pool table and picked up his glass of 7-Up. She took a sip and then made a face when she realized it wasn't alcoholic.
    "This girl I know said she slept with you."
    "Could be." He flicked his cigarette to the floor and ground it out.
    "You sleep with a lot of girls?"
    "It's better than watching TV." He let his gaze drop to her breast. "So, do you want your autograph or not?"
    The ice clicked in the tumbler as she set it back down. "Sure. Why not?"
    Grinning, she flipped over onto her stomach and offered him her buttocks. "Is this worth your time?"
    Scotty and Tom snickered.
    Eric hesitated for only a moment before he passed over his pool cue. Hell, if she didn't care, neither did he. "Definitely worth it."
    Pushing her skirt up, he revealed a transparent pair of light blue panties. With one hand he slipped them down to the top of her thighs and uncapped the pen.
    The pool players at the next table caught sight of what was happening and stopped to watch. In bold script, he autographed her buttocks—"Eric" on the right side, "Dillon" on the left.
    "Too bad you don't have a middle name," Scotty