“There is more.”
“What would they like to know?”
The interviewer smiled. “Well, the crucial question is, are you seeing anyone?”
“I really don’t have a comment about that. Aside from there is someone I have my eyes on,” I said, waving to the camera. “I have to be going now. I have a speech to make,” I said, stepping away from the interviewer and the camera.
I didn’t know how that interview would go down or what kind of backlash I’d get from Carlie once it came out, so I immediately headed over to the first PR person I saw and pulled her aside.
“I saw your interview.”
I couldn’t tell from the tone of her voice if she was angry or impressed with my answer to who I was seeing. So, I played it safe.
“Oh?”
“So, who do you have your eye on? Someone I should be worried about?”
I was almost certain there was a hint of a smile in her voice. At least I hoped my ears weren’t deceiving me.
“Only if you are worried about yourself.”
The line went quiet for a bit. I wanted her to say something; I wanted to know she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and just when I thought she wasn’t going to say anything at all, she surprised me.
“What time does your flight come in?”
I could hear the curiosity in her voice, along with the nerves. Her voice shook as she asked that question, which I thought was the cutest.
“Why? Are you excited to see me? Have you been missing me?”
Again, the line went quiet. I could hear her breathing and knew she was probably debating answering me.
“What if I am?” she asked, her voice quieter this time.
“I’d be thrilled to know it.”
I lay in bed, the comforter draped at my waist as I waited for her to speak. My cock had been semi hard since I’d heard her voice on the other line.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little excited to see you.”
“Does that mean I’m finally growing on you?”
“You grew on me the first night I met you.”
Her voice shook with that admission, and it turned me on more than anything. The fact she was nervous about sharing these things with me made me wonder how she must have felt that first night. I could already tell that she really wasn’t the girl she’d portrayed that night. I was probably the only risk she’d ever taken in her entire life, and I guessed that for months afterward she probably kicked herself for doing something stupid.
“What made you sleep with me in Mexico?” I questioned. I wanted to know the truth.
She sighed. “I’m not sure I want to tell you.”
“Why not? You clearly had no clue who I was, so I don’t think it was for bragging rights.”
“No.”
“Then what was it?”
“Oh god. It was stupid. I…I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and wanted to reclaim myself. I was on a mission, and I’d just about given up when you met me at the end of the walkway. It was more self-destruction than anything. It’s not something I normally do.”
“Ah, so you’re telling me I was a get over him fuck? I see how it is. I feel so used.”
