still can’t believe my sister got to meet Piers Letocci.”
“She didn’t just meet Piers Letocci, if you know what I mean,” Jessica said. “Even if she won’t tell me exactly what happened in that elevator.”
“How do you know something happened?”
“Nothing happened!” I cried. I crumpled up the gray cardigan and threw it at Jessica’s head.
“Sure,” Jessica said, rolling her eyes and flipping her blonde ponytail. “Nothing happened. That’s why when you came back to the office, you had rose petals in your hair—”
“—I told you. I swatted him with that bouquet—”
“—and you were wearing his jacket—”
“—it was cold inside the elevator!—”
“— and you had his cologne all over you, and your lipstick was almost completely gone.”
“No!” Emma said, her eyes wide.
“Lah!” Arlen shouted.
“Thank you, Arlen,” I said. “You’re right, it is an invasion of privacy.”
“Great,” Jessica said, waving her hands in the air. “Be like that. Keep all the juicy details to yourself. But don’t ask me to help dress you for television if you’re not going to share things with me.”
“Fine,” I said. “You want to know what happened? Piers Letocci mauled me in the elevator. He tore off my shirt and panties and licked me all over and threw me on the floor and made me orgasm three times in a row. That’s what happened.”
Jessica rolled her eyes.
“Get real,” she said. “If you’re not willing to tell us what went on between you two, just forget it.”
My mouth dropped open.
“I—I—”
“You don’t have anything in here to wear,” Jessica said, jumping up from the couch and throwing my cardigan back at me. “We have to go shopping.”
“Yay!” Emma said. “Shopping!”
“Yay!” Arlen shouted, waving her tiny fists in the air. “Yay!”
Jessica tugged me to the door as Emma got Arlen’s stroller out of the closet.
“You have to help me with this stroller,” Emma said. “The elevator is broken again.”
I was still speechless. I’d told the truth, and neither one of them believed me. It was incredible.
“Don’t worry,” Jessica said, mistaking my expression for nervousness. “We’ll find you the perfect outfit to date a billionaire.”
“Look, I really don’t have money to waste on clothes,” I mumbled, realizing that she was dropping the subject of Piers Letocci. Well, fine. I wasn’t going to bring it up again. As far as I was concerned, that fiasco in the elevator was a mistake I couldn’t wait to forget. A wonderful, toe-curling mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. Now that I was away from his mesmerizing influence, I could see clearly. And I was never going to do anything like that again with Piers Letocci, especially not when I was going to be on his show.
Especially since he hadn’t called or texted me since that afternoon.
I wondered if he slept with all of the contestants. I couldn’t help but imagine him with the girls I’d seen in the studio. Of course he did. He could sleep with anyone he wanted to. Obviously.
“Hello? Lisa?” Emma jangled the front door keys. “Let’s go.”
I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and shambled out the door of the apartment. As Emma locked up, Jessica hooked her arm in mine.
“Think of it as an investment,” Jessica said, patting my hand. “A hundred dollar dress now will land you a billionaire next Tuesday. Right?”
Arlen squealed happily as she scooted underneath the clothing racks in H&M. I struggled to squeeze into the tight dress Jessica had picked out for me. The billionaire-catcher, that’s what she called it.
A billionaire. Right. That’s who I was going on the show to date. I didn’t have to worry about Piers at all. I wasn’t there for him. I was there for the billionaire. Whoever the hell that was.
“This is the wrong size,” I called back out over the curtain. “Can we try one on that’s a size bigger than this?”
“No,” Jessica
“She didn’t just meet Piers Letocci, if you know what I mean,” Jessica said. “Even if she won’t tell me exactly what happened in that elevator.”
“How do you know something happened?”
“Nothing happened!” I cried. I crumpled up the gray cardigan and threw it at Jessica’s head.
“Sure,” Jessica said, rolling her eyes and flipping her blonde ponytail. “Nothing happened. That’s why when you came back to the office, you had rose petals in your hair—”
“—I told you. I swatted him with that bouquet—”
“—and you were wearing his jacket—”
“—it was cold inside the elevator!—”
“— and you had his cologne all over you, and your lipstick was almost completely gone.”
“No!” Emma said, her eyes wide.
“Lah!” Arlen shouted.
“Thank you, Arlen,” I said. “You’re right, it is an invasion of privacy.”
“Great,” Jessica said, waving her hands in the air. “Be like that. Keep all the juicy details to yourself. But don’t ask me to help dress you for television if you’re not going to share things with me.”
“Fine,” I said. “You want to know what happened? Piers Letocci mauled me in the elevator. He tore off my shirt and panties and licked me all over and threw me on the floor and made me orgasm three times in a row. That’s what happened.”
Jessica rolled her eyes.
“Get real,” she said. “If you’re not willing to tell us what went on between you two, just forget it.”
My mouth dropped open.
“I—I—”
“You don’t have anything in here to wear,” Jessica said, jumping up from the couch and throwing my cardigan back at me. “We have to go shopping.”
“Yay!” Emma said. “Shopping!”
“Yay!” Arlen shouted, waving her tiny fists in the air. “Yay!”
Jessica tugged me to the door as Emma got Arlen’s stroller out of the closet.
“You have to help me with this stroller,” Emma said. “The elevator is broken again.”
I was still speechless. I’d told the truth, and neither one of them believed me. It was incredible.
“Don’t worry,” Jessica said, mistaking my expression for nervousness. “We’ll find you the perfect outfit to date a billionaire.”
“Look, I really don’t have money to waste on clothes,” I mumbled, realizing that she was dropping the subject of Piers Letocci. Well, fine. I wasn’t going to bring it up again. As far as I was concerned, that fiasco in the elevator was a mistake I couldn’t wait to forget. A wonderful, toe-curling mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. Now that I was away from his mesmerizing influence, I could see clearly. And I was never going to do anything like that again with Piers Letocci, especially not when I was going to be on his show.
Especially since he hadn’t called or texted me since that afternoon.
I wondered if he slept with all of the contestants. I couldn’t help but imagine him with the girls I’d seen in the studio. Of course he did. He could sleep with anyone he wanted to. Obviously.
“Hello? Lisa?” Emma jangled the front door keys. “Let’s go.”
I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and shambled out the door of the apartment. As Emma locked up, Jessica hooked her arm in mine.
“Think of it as an investment,” Jessica said, patting my hand. “A hundred dollar dress now will land you a billionaire next Tuesday. Right?”
Arlen squealed happily as she scooted underneath the clothing racks in H&M. I struggled to squeeze into the tight dress Jessica had picked out for me. The billionaire-catcher, that’s what she called it.
A billionaire. Right. That’s who I was going on the show to date. I didn’t have to worry about Piers at all. I wasn’t there for him. I was there for the billionaire. Whoever the hell that was.
“This is the wrong size,” I called back out over the curtain. “Can we try one on that’s a size bigger than this?”
“No,” Jessica
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