can—”
“No,” I break in, embarrassed. “I’m totally fine, you just—”
“I just what?”
I stand up and move to the books she has on the desk and thumb through one. “It’s just sort of a big thing for me to be hanging out with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“No. Not like you. You .” I turn around and give her what I hope is a charming smile. “I’m not really all that interesting and you’re so . . .”
When I don’t finish, Cole says, “I think you’re interesting.”
Our eyes connect, and I hold her gaze. Something passes between us, but I’m not sure I’m reading things right. I don’t want to do the wrong thing with her. She isn’t like the women I’m used to. She is confident in who she is and what she likes. While the tabloids never show her with a long-term lover, there are the stories of guys she “dates.” I don’t know if the rumors are true, but if she has that kind of experience, and can have any guy she wants, it’s difficult for me to see where I can step up to the plate and know I can hit it out of the park. Who am I? I’m just an ant standing in the shadow of a giant.
Maybe she likes me. Maybe I’m just the guy she wants tonight, but maybe she wants me for more than just an easy night of fun and pleasure. Maybe she thinks I’m interesting enough to keep around. I hope so because not only is her body fantastic, but she has the face of a goddess, and is probably one of the most interesting and powerful women in America. Underneath all that is someone who, from what I can tell, thinks like me. And then there is that subtle, indefinable something. The feeling within me that I’m meant to know her better. I’m meant to share some portion of my life with her. At least I hope that is what the feeling means.
Cole finally breaks the connection by smiling widely and holding up her cell. “Hold that thought, okay? Let me order so we can eat relatively soon.”
She turns away, and I go back to looking at the books. There is a book about Zen philosophy and another one about a psychic medium. The one I pick up is a biography of Hans Christian Anderson. Seems like a weird choice for her to read.
“Hey, Julie.”
My stomach tightens, and I turn around quickly, expecting Cole’s assistant to be in the room, but what I find is Cole on her cell. “Can you get some food from Attitude?” She pauses. “No, for two people. Xavier’s off for the night, so just have Michael go pick it up.” Another pause. “Yeah, just get a bunch of stuff you know I like.”
Collette turns around and flashes me the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.
My dick jumps in my pants so much I have to turn around.
“Oh, yeah, and beer. I don’t know, some local stuff and then some high quality imports.” She chuckles. “Obviously, it’s not for me. Thank you, Julie.” She puts down her cell. “So, want to play my guitars?”
“Yes, please,” I say as I step away from the desk.
I can’t help but stare at her as she grabs the guitars and moves to the couch to sit down. I stare at her so long that she looks up at me and I feel like a goon.
“Do you prefer to play standing?”
“No.” As fast as I can, I step over to the couch and sit down next to her, but then scoot over when she hands me the guitar. We’re both right handed players, and I don’t want to hit her with the neck of this beautiful guitar. “I’ve never played a Gibson like this before.”
“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?”
I lay the guitar over my legs and push my hair off my forehead. “It’s awesome.”
Cole continues to play.
I can’t help myself and blurt out a few questions. “Why are you so interested in me? Why’d you give me the part? Why’re you having dinner with me?”
Cole’s thumb brushes the strings one last time, but produces no sound. “Why is your confidence so low that you have to ask?”
I break eye contact with her; she doesn’t speak until I
“No,” I break in, embarrassed. “I’m totally fine, you just—”
“I just what?”
I stand up and move to the books she has on the desk and thumb through one. “It’s just sort of a big thing for me to be hanging out with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“No. Not like you. You .” I turn around and give her what I hope is a charming smile. “I’m not really all that interesting and you’re so . . .”
When I don’t finish, Cole says, “I think you’re interesting.”
Our eyes connect, and I hold her gaze. Something passes between us, but I’m not sure I’m reading things right. I don’t want to do the wrong thing with her. She isn’t like the women I’m used to. She is confident in who she is and what she likes. While the tabloids never show her with a long-term lover, there are the stories of guys she “dates.” I don’t know if the rumors are true, but if she has that kind of experience, and can have any guy she wants, it’s difficult for me to see where I can step up to the plate and know I can hit it out of the park. Who am I? I’m just an ant standing in the shadow of a giant.
Maybe she likes me. Maybe I’m just the guy she wants tonight, but maybe she wants me for more than just an easy night of fun and pleasure. Maybe she thinks I’m interesting enough to keep around. I hope so because not only is her body fantastic, but she has the face of a goddess, and is probably one of the most interesting and powerful women in America. Underneath all that is someone who, from what I can tell, thinks like me. And then there is that subtle, indefinable something. The feeling within me that I’m meant to know her better. I’m meant to share some portion of my life with her. At least I hope that is what the feeling means.
Cole finally breaks the connection by smiling widely and holding up her cell. “Hold that thought, okay? Let me order so we can eat relatively soon.”
She turns away, and I go back to looking at the books. There is a book about Zen philosophy and another one about a psychic medium. The one I pick up is a biography of Hans Christian Anderson. Seems like a weird choice for her to read.
“Hey, Julie.”
My stomach tightens, and I turn around quickly, expecting Cole’s assistant to be in the room, but what I find is Cole on her cell. “Can you get some food from Attitude?” She pauses. “No, for two people. Xavier’s off for the night, so just have Michael go pick it up.” Another pause. “Yeah, just get a bunch of stuff you know I like.”
Collette turns around and flashes me the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.
My dick jumps in my pants so much I have to turn around.
“Oh, yeah, and beer. I don’t know, some local stuff and then some high quality imports.” She chuckles. “Obviously, it’s not for me. Thank you, Julie.” She puts down her cell. “So, want to play my guitars?”
“Yes, please,” I say as I step away from the desk.
I can’t help but stare at her as she grabs the guitars and moves to the couch to sit down. I stare at her so long that she looks up at me and I feel like a goon.
“Do you prefer to play standing?”
“No.” As fast as I can, I step over to the couch and sit down next to her, but then scoot over when she hands me the guitar. We’re both right handed players, and I don’t want to hit her with the neck of this beautiful guitar. “I’ve never played a Gibson like this before.”
“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?”
I lay the guitar over my legs and push my hair off my forehead. “It’s awesome.”
Cole continues to play.
I can’t help myself and blurt out a few questions. “Why are you so interested in me? Why’d you give me the part? Why’re you having dinner with me?”
Cole’s thumb brushes the strings one last time, but produces no sound. “Why is your confidence so low that you have to ask?”
I break eye contact with her; she doesn’t speak until I
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