Unworthy by Elaine May

just as my legs wobble from underneath me. He places both hands on my arms to steady me.
         “You’ve not eaten and neither have I. We’re going to eat and then we can go back to the hotel where we’re both going to bed.” I suddenly stop at his words as I look up at him with what I can only assume looks like horror.
         “Separate, Grace, but it’s nice to know where your thoughts go” And he gives me a wink as he looks down at me before taking a hold of my hand and pulling me towards the elevator.  We step into the metal cage and I force my hand out of his hold as my heart races against another cage, holding me into something I don’t think I want to do. I reach to my band and start to play with it as I feel Samuel watch me.
         “Samuel, I’m really not in a position for lunch. I must smell and look awful.”
         “Grace, you could never look awful.” I begin to shake my head as his words melt into my brain and I can’t believe he would say it, not about me.
         “If you would feel better we will go back to the hotel and order food in.” I release a deep breath that would be so much better; I’ll feel happier doing that.
         “Thank-you.”  He takes hold of my hand again and once the elevator comes to a stop Samuel marches me past the security desk.
         “Mr. Samuel, do you need a car, sir?” I hear the guard shout at us.
         “No, thank-you, David we’ll be walking.” He marches me through the doors and the cold air hits me as soon as we step foot outside the building. We walk past Parliament and the London Eye and as we round a corner I bump into Samuel when he just stops dead in front of me.
         “Now we’re talking.”
         “What’s the matter?” I say as I watch where his eyes are focused and it’s then that I see the McDonalds right in front of us.
         “You said we were going back to the hotel.”
         “Changed my mind. Come on, sweet cheeks.” And Samuel pulls me down the road and to the McDonalds. As with the last time I was out with him, he opens the door for me and he leads me over to the back of the restaurant where it is pretty secluded.
         “What would you like to eat?” I can’t believe out of all the places to eat this is where Mr. Samuel Harding had taken me, I can’t help, but wonder how many journalists would like this story. I tell him what I want and I watch as he goes to order and pay. From the distance available I can still get a good view of him. He has taken off his coat and I can see his broad shoulders and how his waist goes in to only show off his firm bum as they are hugged nicely by the jeans he wears. The look is even better after he has turned around and I am faced with the front of this fine body and handsome face that could melt any girl’s heart.
         “Including mine.”  As I look down, pulling and releasing my band, I see the tray placed on the table and as I look up I see Samuel’s cocky grin.
         “Did you say something?”
         “Just talking to myself.” He seems happy to just leave my disturbed moment unsaid as he sits down in front of me and we both sit in silence as we eat our meal, although I can’t help, but moan as I take a bite out of my chicken mc sandwich. I have never eaten something so bad, but oh so good, before and I can’t help the smile as I put down my hands once the last bite has been eaten.
         “You enjoy that?”
         “Oh God, yes.” He looks at me and I can see that he is trying to fight with himself to say something and then, like magic, it disappears to show the confident man I feel I know so well.
         “I can’t help, but wonder all the other ways I could get you to say those words or moan like that.” I think I actually stop breathing as I try to digest what he has just said to me, and as I look at him he gives nothing away. With that I can’t help, but yawn as Samuel begins to put our