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bad so I had to have my coffee with the crappy creamer that Addison always bought. After a quick shower, I threw on some school clothes and light makeup.
I left for school with my backpack slung over my back and took the bus to NYU and attended my classes, making my excuses to my professors. Most of them let me make up the work and didn’t take off points for my absences. I’d been an excellent student all year so they didn’t have a reason to reprimand me.
After school, I went to a cafe near the campus for some tea and to catch up on homework. I had a midterm paper coming up that I hadn’t even started, and two midterm exams. And… math. Ouch.
As I was studying, I got a text message. Expecting it to be from Addison, I quickly answered it. But it wasn’t her, it was Leo.
I need to see you .
No. I typed back.
Let me make it up to you. I know I can. You know I can.
I said no Leo. This is over.
We’ll see.
M y mouth fell open in exasperation at his presumptuousness. How dare he question me? If I said it was over, it was over. I didn’t want to see him again. But part of me knew I was lying to myself. The idea of never feeling his hands on my body or experiencing the sense that he wanted to take care of me, body and soul, left me cold.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I missed him and I did want to see him again. Angry at myself, I tossed my phone back in my backpack. Damn it.
After I went home I searched the internet for decent jobs and sent a resume into a local independent film production company for a paid internship. I didn’t think anything would come of it, but I was feeling pretty good about myself. The money in the bank made me a hell of a lot less desperate, and the absence of desperation really did wonders for my self esteem.
A few days later , I heard back from the production company asking for an interview. I was so totally stunned, I had no idea what to think. This was not my luck. No way was this happening. I jumped up and down in my bedroom after I got off the phone and heard my downstairs neighbor hit the floor with a broom handle.
I covered my mouth and screamed. I didn’t have the job yet, but this was the best thing to happen to me in months, years, maybe ever. Just to have the interview.
Well, maybe it wasn’t the best thing to happen to me. My mind wandered to Leo as I remembered him handing me the Rothschild orchid. I growled at myself for thinking of him at a time like this.
He wouldn’t stop texting me and asking to meet. It was only every few days, but he kept texting. Maybe he thought if he wasn’t too intrusive but kept perusing me, I’d give in.
The last text had told me how much he cared about me and how he never wanted to hurt me. He’d explained that the orgy was just about showing me a new experience. He wanted to broaden my horizons and give me a taste of decadence. Well, the dinner in the French restaurant had been quite enough for me. Thank you. I didn’t need live sex shows or orgies to feel alive.
It made me wonder why Leo needed that kind of thing in his life. Suddenly, I felt bad for him. Part of me wanted to run to him and heal all his wounds. I knew there were damaged parts of me that wanted things that my conscious brain thought were wrong.
Maybe it was the same for Leo. If he had just kept it between us, it would have all been fine. We could have healed each other. But he just took it a step too far. Plus, there was still the question of Celeste.
26
I had my interview right after a midterm exam in Algebra. I was so high and nervous about the interview that I aced the math test.
I took a cab downtown to the production company’s offices. They were in a small building in lower Manhattan, across the street from a small park and next door to a coffee shop. It was a pleasant little street, and I could already imagine myself working there.
I walked inside the front office and found a pretty young red headed secretary in business casual
I left for school with my backpack slung over my back and took the bus to NYU and attended my classes, making my excuses to my professors. Most of them let me make up the work and didn’t take off points for my absences. I’d been an excellent student all year so they didn’t have a reason to reprimand me.
After school, I went to a cafe near the campus for some tea and to catch up on homework. I had a midterm paper coming up that I hadn’t even started, and two midterm exams. And… math. Ouch.
As I was studying, I got a text message. Expecting it to be from Addison, I quickly answered it. But it wasn’t her, it was Leo.
I need to see you .
No. I typed back.
Let me make it up to you. I know I can. You know I can.
I said no Leo. This is over.
We’ll see.
M y mouth fell open in exasperation at his presumptuousness. How dare he question me? If I said it was over, it was over. I didn’t want to see him again. But part of me knew I was lying to myself. The idea of never feeling his hands on my body or experiencing the sense that he wanted to take care of me, body and soul, left me cold.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I missed him and I did want to see him again. Angry at myself, I tossed my phone back in my backpack. Damn it.
After I went home I searched the internet for decent jobs and sent a resume into a local independent film production company for a paid internship. I didn’t think anything would come of it, but I was feeling pretty good about myself. The money in the bank made me a hell of a lot less desperate, and the absence of desperation really did wonders for my self esteem.
A few days later , I heard back from the production company asking for an interview. I was so totally stunned, I had no idea what to think. This was not my luck. No way was this happening. I jumped up and down in my bedroom after I got off the phone and heard my downstairs neighbor hit the floor with a broom handle.
I covered my mouth and screamed. I didn’t have the job yet, but this was the best thing to happen to me in months, years, maybe ever. Just to have the interview.
Well, maybe it wasn’t the best thing to happen to me. My mind wandered to Leo as I remembered him handing me the Rothschild orchid. I growled at myself for thinking of him at a time like this.
He wouldn’t stop texting me and asking to meet. It was only every few days, but he kept texting. Maybe he thought if he wasn’t too intrusive but kept perusing me, I’d give in.
The last text had told me how much he cared about me and how he never wanted to hurt me. He’d explained that the orgy was just about showing me a new experience. He wanted to broaden my horizons and give me a taste of decadence. Well, the dinner in the French restaurant had been quite enough for me. Thank you. I didn’t need live sex shows or orgies to feel alive.
It made me wonder why Leo needed that kind of thing in his life. Suddenly, I felt bad for him. Part of me wanted to run to him and heal all his wounds. I knew there were damaged parts of me that wanted things that my conscious brain thought were wrong.
Maybe it was the same for Leo. If he had just kept it between us, it would have all been fine. We could have healed each other. But he just took it a step too far. Plus, there was still the question of Celeste.
26
I had my interview right after a midterm exam in Algebra. I was so high and nervous about the interview that I aced the math test.
I took a cab downtown to the production company’s offices. They were in a small building in lower Manhattan, across the street from a small park and next door to a coffee shop. It was a pleasant little street, and I could already imagine myself working there.
I walked inside the front office and found a pretty young red headed secretary in business casual
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