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Adventures In Television #5 – Kicked In The Teeth
As I stepped out of the elevator to head to my room the first thing I wanted to do was to take a nap. After catching a red eye flight from LA to New York for work my brain was a little frazzled. But I had other, more important, things to do before I could take some time to be lazy.
As such, before the hotel room door had even shut behind me I had my phone in my hand. First thing was to check my e-mail to see if my schedule for the next couple days was there. Then once I’d made sure that my boss had sent it to me I checked my voice mail to make sure nothing had come in while I was on the plane.
Satisfied that nothing major had happened I zipped off a couple texts. The first was to my mom to let her know I’d arrived safely and she didn’t need to worry about the plane crashing or anything that moms always seem to worry about. The second one was to my boss to let her know that I had the schedule. I thought about sending one to Kate Upton to let her know I was in town, but the last time I’d talked to her she’d told me she’d started dating someone and I figured it better to not send that text.
Then I sent one to Emma Stone to see if she wanted to get some lunch or something. We hadn’t talked quite as much since the Spider-Man premiere when she’d wound up getting eaten out by Selena Gomez while I’d fucked Selena. While it didn’t really feel like she was avoiding me, it still felt like things were a little weird, just like I’d predicted.
With that out of the way I set about unpacking. I was only going to be in New York for a couple days so there really wasn’t much point in getting too comfortable. But I still felt the need to at least dig out my mp3 player so I could listen to some of the Liz Phair songs Richie had been insisting I listen to for months now.
Leaning back on the bed I was in the middle of listening to Dance of the Seven Veils when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Realizing that I’d been dangerously close to falling asleep I pulled out my phone and saw Emma’s picture lighting up the screen.
“You’re better than an alarm clock,” I said as I answered the call.
“Did I wake you up or something?” Emma asked with a laugh.
“No, but I was almost there and hadn’t thought to set any kind of alarm to make sure I woke up in time to do my job in a couple hours,” I responded, stretching my legs out in front of me. “I take it you’re calling to tell me you can’t do lunch?”
“You’re only going to be in town a couple days, right?” Emma asked.
“Yeah, the itinerary my boss sent has me catching a flight out late tomorrow,” I said. “But I can always grab something to eat on my own if you’ve got plans with the boyfriend or something.”
“I’m shopping with a friend right, but I guess I could work something out for lunch,” Emma sighed. “Romero’s at one?”
“Keep in mind this is my first time in New York so I have no idea where anything is,” I said.
“Just catch a cab and tell the driver Romero’s on Columbus and they should be able to take it from there,” Emma responded, the tone in her voice adding a loud ‘duh’ onto the end.
“Okay, but if I get lost, I’m calling you to come find me before someone mugs me and leaves beaten in a dark alley,” I joked.
“I think you’ll be fine,” Emma said, laughing. “But if someone does try to mug you, I’ll have Selena come find you.”
“You trying to make me throw myself in front of the bullet or something?” I grunted.
After escorting Selena to the Spider-Man premiere the gossip sites had erupted with stories about Selena’s mystery man and whether she was cheating on her boyfriend or not. It had gotten so much run that a day or two later Selena had approached me about maybe working a love triangle story where everyone claims that she and I were just friends but yet still manage to be seen here and there together and even occasionally be caught doing the walk of shame in the morning.
I wasn’t even remotely interested in being the other man in a fake love triangle so I told Selena no thanks. Except the stories kept showing up and after a little poking around I found out that someone in her boyfriend’s camp was feeding stories to the press to squeeze a little more publicity out of it. When Selena didn’t seem to find anything wrong with it, I decided that there was no point in having much of anything to do with her.
“And here I thought Selena was going to take you home to Texas for the holidays,” Emma snickered.
“Only if Emma Watson comes with,” I snorted.
“I could arrange that,” Emma deadpanned, making my eyes pop out of my head momentarily before I realized she was joking.
“You’re evil,” I snarled. “Just for that you’re buying lunch.”
“Trust me, that’s not the only reason I’ll be paying,” Emma said with a tinge of something in her voice I couldn’t quite decipher. “I’m about to go into the dressing room now, so I’ll let you go back to sleep before lunch.”
“Okay, but remember Emma Watson,” I said with a smile that I was pretty sure she could hear on the other end of the phone.
“Next time I run into her I’ll try to set up a trip to Texas for you and Emma and Selena,” Emma said, giggling as she needled me a bit more about Selena.
“Fine, I’ll take the hint and let you go back to shopping,” I said before disconnecting.
As I put the phone back in my pocket I absentmindedly started to hum as I started to unpack the camera equipment. I hadn’t realized how much I’d gotten used to talking to Emma or how much I’d missed the casual flirty banter until I’d had to spend a couple months getting a couple minutes of hurried conversation, if I was lucky. And with the first sign that maybe things might be starting to not be so weird between Emma and I, I suddenly had a bit of a spring in my step as I made sure the batteries for the camera were charged.
+ * + * +
I was scheduled to interview and get some footage of the Smash cast recording music in a studio after lunch so I had the camera case with me as I stepped out of the taxi. As I pulled open the front door of the restaurant I could tell it was a cut above the type of place I’d normally frequent, but at least it wasn’t super fancy or anything that would make me feel out of place.
Spotting Emma immediately I didn’t even bother waiting to be helped. I saw the back of a blonde head sitting with her but I didn’t think anything of it. I figured it was just the friend that she had been shopping with earlier and probably the one she’d had plans with that I’d horned in on. It wasn’t until I turned the corner and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who the blonde head belonged to.
“Danny,” Taylor Swift said, managing to push aside her shock to stand up and give me a friendly hug. “Emma didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“She didn’t tell me you’d be here either,” I said, giving Emma a dark look. “You both look great.”
“I ordered for you,” Emma said, giving me one of amusement right back as I settled into my chair. “I figured you might need a beer to start with as well.”
“Thanks, though you could’ve told me you had plans with Taylor and I could’ve just grabbed something from the sandwich shop I saw down the block from the hotel,” I said, taking a sip of the still cold beer in front of me.
“I told you I’d buy you lunch if you were in New York and you’re in New York,” Emma said. “Besides, I think it’s funny.”
“Like I said earlier, you’re evil,” I muttered under my breath as the waitress set a plate of lasagna in front of me.
“So, how is Selena?” Taylor asked with a smile even though her tone wasn’t nearly as cheery.
“I don’t know, I’m sure you’ve talked to her since I have,” I said, trying to ignore the accusatory note in her voice.
“So, what’s in the case?” Emma asked, trying to change the subject.
“Camera equipment,” I responded. “I’m doing a thing on the cast of Smash for the show.”
“Oh, say hi to Katharine McPhee for me,” Emma said, brightening up. “I really should call her.”
“Be careful, he’ll probably have sex with her,” Taylor said, again forcing a smile that didn’t match her words.
“Isn’t she married?” I asked, doing my best to ignore Taylor’s dig.
“That would stop you?” Taylor asked, eyes downcast as she stabbed at some lettuce with her fork.
“I try to stay away from women in relationships,” I said, gritting my teeth to keep from giving Taylor the reaction she obviously wanted. “They tend to be more trouble than they’re worth and I’m generally not desperate enough to go after that kind of trouble.”
“HA! Apparently,” Taylor snorted without making eye contact.
“You know what, I should probably be getting going. Thanks for lunch, it was great talking to you Emma,” I said, putting my fork down on the table.
“You can’t leave already,” Emma said, staring daggers at Taylor.
“It wouldn’t look good to be late to such an important job. Might not get another out of town gig again if I screw this one up,” I said, reaching down to grab my camera case. “Taylor, lovely as ever.”
I could hear the two of them arguing in hushed tones behind me as I walked away from the table. I was pretty sure Emma was letting Taylor know how much of a bitch she’d just been.
“Danny, wait,” Emma said as I waited on the sidewalk to catch a cab.
“Well that was fun, huh?” I joked.
“Forget about how Taylor acted in there. She really wants to be with you,” Emma said.
“Sure sounded like it in there,” I sighed. “If I didn’t know better I’d swear it was like I cheated on her or something.”
“She’s mad about Selena and lashing out, that’s all,” Emma said.
“Why’s she mad at me? Last I checked she was the one refusing to acknowledge my existence,” I grunted.
“Oh, she’s mad at more than just you,” Emma sighed. “She’s mad at Selena for having sex with you, and she’s mad at me for setting you up with her. It’s my fault, I kinda sprung you on her and she didn’t handle it very well. But she really does like you.”
“Whatever,” I said as a taxi pulled up to the curb. “Tell her to give me a call when she figures out what she wants. Until then I’m done waiting around for her.”
+ * + * +
“I’m Daniel Eastman from Hollywood Tonight,” I said, introducing myself to Katharine McPhee as she came out of the recording booth.
Katharine had been in the booth when I’d arrived so I’d taken the opportunity to interview some of the other stars of the show that had been on hand. And now that she was coming out it her turn to take a few minutes in front of the camera.
“I love that show,” Katharine said, sitting down across from me. “The host is really cute.”
“Apparently that’s a pretty common opinion,” I muttered, remembering some of the stories I’d heard about Richie since I’d started working on the show. “Anyway, I already got some footage of you in the studio so I was hoping I could get some interview footage.”
“Wait, aren’t you the one that Selena Gomez has been cheating on B-,” Katharine got out before I cut her off.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, gritting my teeth.
One of the main reasons I’d turned down Selena’s overtures for her fake love triangle was that I had no interest in being famous. So to suddenly have a bunch of people accusing me of trying to steal Selena from her boyfriend got a little grating after a while.
“Wow, Emma was right, you do hate that,” Katharine said, smiling warmly.
“Emma? Stone?” I asked, the combination of her smile and the unexpected joke shutting down my brain momentarily.
“I was just talking to her and she said a friend of hers was coming to interview me and to make sure I mentioned Selena and her boyfriend,” Katharine explained before breaking into a small laugh. “And the look on your face was priceless. It looked like you just smelled something nasty.”
“What else did she say?” I asked casually as I made sure the camera was aimed and focused properly.
“Well, she said you were a really great guy and that you were completely off limits,” Katharine said with a smirk. “Seems she’s saving you for someone.”
“First, I’m not off limits,” I snorted. “Second, you’re married so it’s more like you’re off limits.”
“Wouldn’t so sure about that if I were you,” Katharine said. “Some people are taken long before they realize it and some aren’t nearly as taken as they might think.”
“The problem is that the woman Emma is saving me for wants nothing to do with me. Or at least she acts like she wants nothing to do with me even though Emma insists that she does,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Kat,” said a woman poking her head into the room we were set up in.
“Oh shit,” Katharine said, glancing at the woman and then at her watch. “I’m sorry, but I my recording session ran a little long and now I have a fitting to get to. Is there any way we could do this, say in an hour?”
“I have another set visit to make when I’m done here,” I explained.
“Wait, you guys do tours of stars’ homes, don’t you?” Katharine asked, an excited look on her face.
“Occasionally, yeah,” I answered, not sure where she was going.
“Then drop by my apartment later and I can give you a tour before we do the interview,” Katharine explained. “That way you still get the interview and you get an extra little story for your trouble since it was totally my fault that I’m running late.”
“You sure you’d trust a complete stranger in your house?” I asked her.
“A friend of Emma’s is a friend of mine,” Katharine responded without hesitation.
“Well, I’d have to run it past my boss,” I said.
“Okay, well here’s my number, give me a call later if you can’t make it or need to reschedule or something,” Katharine said, writing down her phone number and handing it to me.
“Sure will,” I said as she jumped up and scurried out of the room.
+ * + * +
As I waited at the front door I couldn’t help but replay Katharine’s comments from earlier in my head for the thousandth time. Ever since I’d left the recording studio I’d run her remark about people not being as taken as they think. Even being shown around the set of The Carrie Diaries by the super adorable AnnaSophia Robb hadn’t been able to distract me from it for long.
For some reason it had struck me as maybe having some sort of meaning, but I still couldn’t think of exactly why it had stuck in my head. Was she flirting with me and letting me know she wasn’t completely off limits? Or was she just giving some sort of flip side to her comment about me possibly being taken without fully knowing it and it meant nothing? Of course, the third option that couldn’t be discounted was that she was working with Emma to fuck with my head.
“You made it,” Katharine said as she opened the door wearing a blue sundress and holding a pair of small barking dogs.
“Your doorman should work for the CIA or something,” I joked. “I’m surprised he didn’t strip search me before letting me up.”
“I told him you were coming, otherwise he probably would have,” Katharine said, laughing.
“So, where do you want to start?” I asked, lifting the camera case to remind her why I was there.
“I don’t know, you’re expert,” Katharine said. “Maybe the interview first and then the tour?”
“Sounds good,” I said. “Want me to set up here?”
“You do that while I take care of these,” Katharine said, holding up a dog in each arm.
“It’s a plan,” I said, setting about setting everything up while Katharine left the room with the dogs.
+ * + * +
“And finally, this is the bedroom,” Katharine said, opening the door to show off her cozy looking bedroom.
After conducting the interview Katharine had lead me and the camera into a tour of the apartment like she’d promised. I hadn’t seen too many celebrity houses or anything, and my exposure to New York apartments was limited mostly to people bitching about how unrealistic the apartments on Friends were, but it sure looked big to me. It definitely put mine to shame, both in terms of size and what it was decorated with.
“I love the bed, but I think my husband prefers the tv,” Katharine said, picking up a remote off a table next to the bed. When she pushed a button the top of what at first looked like a storage chest at the foot the bed opened and a flat-screen television lifted out of it. Needless to say, I started to do calculations in my head to see how many years I’d have to eat ramen noodles to be afford something like it.
“And that does it,” I said, turning off the camera.
“Do you know when it will air?” Katharine asked as I looked around for the camera case.
“The interview and studio stuff will probably air closer to when the episode it’s for airs. But the tour we just shot will probably make it onto the air in the next couple weeks, whenever they have a segment they need to fill,” I said, taking the light off the top of the camera and putting it in the case.
“Dan?” Katharine asked nervously.
“Yeah?” I said, turning towards her to find out what she wanted.
Before I knew what was happening Katharine had launched herself at me. Her arms went around my neck and she pressed her lips to mine. It took me by such surprise that I think my brain short circuited for a moment or two before restarting.
“Whoa,” I said, finally getting enough brain function back to push her away. “What was that?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Katharine said, trying to pull me back to her.
“Don’t you think your husband would mind?” I asked, though as much to keep my own body under control than for her benefit.
“He’s been sleeping with a slut from the gym so I get a freebie,” Katharine said, apparently trying to change tactics and sliding her hands down between us.
“But why me?” I asked, trying to regain my waning resolve when I felt her hands start fiddling with my belt.
“Emma’s opinion means a lot and if she says you’re a really great guy, then that’s good enough for me. Besides, you’re supposed to be really good in bed,” Katharine said, smirking as she slid a hand into my pants.
“How?” I asked, barely able to even get that out as her hand wrapped itself around my manhood.
“Do I know?” Katharine asked, finishing my question for me. “After my fitting I called Emma back and she told me about you and Taylor. Which made me wonder if the rumors about you and Selena were true, and apparently they are.”
“It was only once,” I said, reaching down and grabbing her hands as I made up my mind.
Pulling her hands to her sides I started to push her backward. When her back hit the wall I let go of her hands and leaned into her. Our mouths met as I slid my hands down over her stomach until I reached the hemline of her dress.
Sliding my tongue between her lips I let my fingers wander up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I hadn’t felt the outline of a pair of panties when my hands had been working their way down so I wasn’t completely surprised when my fingers found nothing standing between her them and her already soaked cunt.
“Naughty girl,” I hissed as I dragged the tip of my finger along the length of her slit.
“I took them off after the interview when I decided to do it,” Katharine said, pressing her crotch against my hand.
“Do you want me to just pin you against the wall and fuck you or should I warm you up a little?” I asked her, already starting to drop to my knees as the words left my mouth.
“Ooooh,” Katharine moaned, spreading her legs as I bunched up the fabric of her dress around her waist until her bald beaver came into view. Grabbing one of her hands I pushed the bunched up fabric into it so I could have both hands free.
Truth be told Katharine was wet enough already for me to just stick it in and fuck her, and she seemed like she would’ve been completely into that, but I was never one to settle for merely good enough. Besides, if Katharine and Emma were trading stories about me I figured I might as well give them something to really talk about.
Lifting one of Katharine’s legs I draped it over my shoulder. Normally I would’ve taken a little time to tease her a little and build anticipation before diving into the muff in front of my face, but Katharine impatiently grabbed the hair on the top of my head and pulled me against her crotch.
Sticking my tongue out I slowly ran it along the length of her slit collecting some of the juices that were already flowing out of her. As my tongue swiped upwards and made contact with her clit Katharine moaned and tightened her grip on my hair.
“Ow ow ow,” I said, reaching up to loosen her grip just a little before she ripped a huge chunk of hair out of my head.
“Sorry,” Katharine said, humping her crotch against my face as I went back to work.
Putting one hand on the thigh that was resting on my shoulder I brought the other one up to circle around the opening of her snatch. As my tongue flicked out at her clit I pressed forward with the middle finger and felt the tight little furnace of her pussy engulf the digit up to the first knuckle.
“Mmmm,” Katharine cooed as I started to slide my finger in and out of her.
Attacking her clit with my tongue I decided to try a little something. Slipping my finger out of her snatch I slid my free hand off her thigh to replace it. With my soaked finger now free I slowly moved it back between the cheeks of her ass until I felt the bump of her starfish under the tip.
“Uhhh,” Katharine grunted, squirming a bit.
While she didn’t seem completely comfortable with the unexpected touch to her back door she also didn’t seem to object too much to it. At least not until I started to gently press against the center when she pulled her hips forward. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away from the finger trying to violate her ass or if she was just humping against the tongue and finger working on her pussy so I kept tentatively pushing against her anus.
“Nooo,” Katharine mewled, reaching behind her to grab my wrist and move it away from her asshole to rest on her upper thigh instead.
Deciding not to press my luck I instead increased the speed of my tongue on her clit. The reaction was immediate and let me know that she probably wasn’t that far away from climax. Deciding to get her there as quickly as possible I pulled my finger back until the tip was right at the opening of her pussy so I could push a second one deep inside her.
“Ohhh, I, uhhh, I, ohhh god, I’m, uhhhh, fuuuuck, coooooming,” Katharine hissed as she went over the edge.
Her body went tense for a moment and her pussy clamped down around my fingers before she started to shake. Fighting to keep in contact with her and not get bucked off in her convulsions I tried to draw out her climax as long as I could before she finally slumped back against the wall with me largely holding her up.
“Thanks,” Katharine sighed, leaning forward against me as I got to my feet once she’d regained her bearings. “It’s been so long I’d almost forgotten how good it could feel to have my pussy eaten.”
“Don’t worry about it, I had a little fun too,” I confessed.
“Normally I’d return the favor, but I’ve wanted to feel that monster in your pants fucking me ever since Emma told me how hard you made Selena come with it,” Katharine said, grabbing the front of my shirt and pushing me backwards towards the bed.
“It’s your freebie, spend it however you want,” I said as the backs of my legs bumped against the bed.
I was feeling a little guilty about fucking another man’s wife, but considering I’d been fantasizing about “McPheever” ever since she was on American Idol, I was more than willing to endure a little guilt for the chance to fulfill such a longstanding fantasy. Besides, if Taylor wanted to think of me as some kind of predator then I might as well start acting like one.
“Then take off those pants because I really need you inside me,” Katharine said, hitching up her skirt.
She’d already unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants for me so all I had left was unzip and push my pants and boxers down. When I got them to my knees and sat down so I could take off my shoes and then finish the job she stopped me though by moving onto the bed to straddle my lap with a knee on either side of me.
“Need it now,” Katharine said, grabbing hold of my cock.
Lifting up she aimed my cock at the opening of her pussy. Hovering there for a moment with our sexes just barely touching Katharine bit her lip before starting to ease herself down. She rocked her body, slowly working inch after inch of my cock into her tight pussy.
With about half my cock inside her she put her hands on my shoulders and started to lift up until only the head was still nestled between her labia. Locking eyes with me she reversed course and lowered herself back down on my dick, not stopping this time until she had every inch of it buried in her snatch.
“Ohhhhh,” Katharine moaned, swiveling her hips before slowly starting to lift herself up again.
As she started to slowly bounce on my rod I moved my hands to her hips. I let her set her own rhythm at first, but as she picked up speed I gripped her waist and helped pull her down onto me.
“Uhhh, yeah,” Katharine grunted, her head lolling back and thrusting out her chest as swiveled her hips before reversing direction.
With her chest thrust out like that my eyes naturally were drawn right to it. I mean, I’m only human, and a man, and having those puppies in my face was like rolling a ball of yarn in front of a kitten. First my eyes went right to them and followed their every movement still restrained by her dress and then my hands wandered up her body.
Seeking to set her tits free I grabbed the straps of her dress. As she continued to gyrate on top of me I pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. When her breasts came fully into view I licked my lips and leaned in.
“Mmmm,” Katharine moaned as my tongue flicked across one of her nipples.
When I wrapped my lips around the nipple Katharine grabbed the back of my head. As I sucked on the nipple my hand cupped her other breast, tweaking the nipple with my thumb.
“Fuck me,” Katharine hissed, her bounces becoming slightly erratic as her attention split between what she was doing and the pleasure that was building inside her.
Letting the nipple slip from my lips I moved over to the other one. With my tongue caressing the nipple in my mouth my hands were no longer needed on her chest so I let them slide back down Katharine’s body to rest on her thighs for a moment.
As her thrusts started to vary even more with each passing bounce I moved my hands up her thighs underneath the skirt of her dress. Sliding around to her ass I grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and used the grip to help lift her up and then raised my hips to meet her thrusts while pulling her down onto my cock.
“Ohhhh, so close,” Katharine said, shifting her position in my lap slightly with each thrust to alter the angle with which my cock was penetrating her.
With her climax approaching I used my grip on her ass to pretty much hold her still while I leaned back on the bed so I could drill up into her with more power. The increased force not only helped speed up her ascent towards orgasm, but mine as well.
“Oh god, oh, make me come,” Katharine grunted, putting her hands on my chest to steady herself as I pummeled her pussy. “Almost, ohhh, there.”
“I’m close too,” I said, my lips turning into a sneer as I tried to focus on making her come before letting loose myself.
“I want you, uhhh, to come in, ohhh, inside me,” Katharine said, her eyes closed and her body starting to shake as she reached the edge.
Remembering how she’d initially responded positively to having her anus rubbed before pulling my hand away when I’d tried to push a finger inside, I decided to revisit the subject. While she was hovering on the edge I slid a hand between her legs and lubed up a finger in some of the juices that were flowing freely from her snatch.
Moving the finger into the crack of her ass I found the crinkled starfish of her anus once more. Again she seemed to push against it when I rubbed the tip of my finger along the outside of her tightest hole. This time though, without warning I pushed against the center and my middle finger popped past her sphincter to the first knuckle.
“Oh my god,” Katharine screeched, her eyes flying open as her orgasm erupted inside her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and her already incredibly tight asshole clenched up on my finger to the point that I couldn’t even pull it out if I had wanted to.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her as I continued to thrust up into the vise-like grip of her spasming channel.
She’d already told me she wanted me to come inside her but I held off for another moment or two just in case she suddenly changed her mind. When she didn’t move to get off me I buried myself in her one final time and let loose. My lips curled into a snarl as I felt spurt after spurt of jizz erupt from the end of my cock.
“Uhhhh,” Katharine moaned, her body quivering as I basted her insides with cum.
Finally coming down from her climax Katharine collapsed on top of me. A satisfied sigh escaped her throat as she started to come back around.
“Do you need a towel or something to clean up?” I asked as she rolled off of me, using a hand to cover her pussy and keep my jizz from leaking out all over the place.
“No, I think I’ll leave the mess for my husband to find,” Katharine said, gingerly walking over her dresser and pulling out a pair of panties.
“Okay then,” I said, pulling up my pants and boxers while still laying on the bed.
“I hate to rush you out the door, but my husband should be home soon,” Katharine said, straightening out her dress.
“Just let me finish putting my equipment away,” I said as I went back to work.
“Thanks for tonight,” Katharine said. “Too bad we can’t do it again because I have a feeling we could have a lot of fun together.”
“If you get another freebie, give me a call,” I said, only half meaning it as I snapped shut the camera case.
“You’ll be the first number I dial,” Katharine said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Who knows, maybe we can explore that thing you did with the finger a little more.”
“Sure thing,” I said, suddenly knowing that if she called I’d be there guilt be damned.
+ * + * +
After leaving Katharine’s I’d stopped at a pizza place down the street from my hotel and gotten a nice big slice that was better than pretty much anything I could find at home. Then with a belly full of pizza I’d headed back to my room to edit the footage I’d shot before uploading it to my boss.
Currently I was in the shower washing off the day before settling in to watch a little television before going to bed. That plan was interrupted however with an insistent knocking on the door of the room while I was trying to dry myself off.
Throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt I headed for the door. Pulling it open I half expected to find some guy in a mask wielding a machete looking to chop my head off. And still that seemed more plausible than what I actually found on the other side.
“Twice in one day? Careful, people might start talking,” I said, moving out of the way so Taylor Swift could move past me into the room.
“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” Taylor said, looking like she actually meant it.
“Gee, did you say something offensive or something? I hadn’t noticed,” I said, the sarcasm dripping off my words.
“I just, I don’t know,” Taylor said. “I know we can’t be together or anything, but I like you and I guess I got a little jealous. First you start dating a freaking swimsuit model with huge boobs.”
“I wasn’t really dating her,” I said before Taylor cut me off with a look that said ‘what would you call it?’ causing me to shut up.
“And then the whole thing with Selena happened,” Taylor continued, the emotion welling up inside her. “I know she didn’t leave you much of a choice but you know how guys are, if you know they’re having sex with two girls then there must be like at least five more that you don’t know about. So then I start thinking about all the other girls that you might be sleeping with and, well, I get mad even though I know don’t have any right.”
“You do know you’re being stupid, right?” I asked with a laugh.
“I know, but I can’t help it,” Taylor said, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Look at me,” I said, touching the underside of her chin to tilt her face up to look at me.
As we looked at each other a tension started to build between us. Suddenly all I could think of was the last time we’d been alone together, in a hotel room no less. Before I knew it I was leaning forward and her eyes seemed to tell me she was on the same page I was.
With our lips pressing together I wrapped my arms around her and she began to melt into me. But just as Taylor started to give in she seemed to realize what was happening and pushed me away.
“I can’t,” Taylor said, pulling away from me. “I’ve kinda been seeing someone.”
“Of course you have,” I said, trying not to feel like I’d just been kicked in the teeth.
“I didn’t mean for things to happen like this,” Taylor said. “I was just going to say sorry and then leave but, you know.”
“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I sighed, throwing myself back onto the couch. “I must have misread the signs.”
“No, you read them right, which is why it’s my fault,” Taylor insisted. “I told you, I really like you, but all I can offer right now is being friends.”
“I don’t know if I can be just friends with you,” I said honestly. “But I guess if it means you actually taking my calls then I guess I can try.”
“Call me in a couple days when I’m LA and we can do something,” Taylor said, smiling as she headed for the door.
“Sure thing,” I said, opening the door for her.
When the door had closed behind her I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the door. Pushing away from the door I ran my hands over my face and tried to sort through what had just happened.
“Fuck,” I hissed to myself, trying not to reach for something to break in my frustration.
I’d finally made up my mind to move on from Taylor and suddenly she shows up telling me how much she likes me. Then when I kiss her she drops the bombshell that she’s seeing someone else. She could’ve shown up wearing a mask wielding a machete and still not done as effective a job of cutting me off at the knees than she’d just done.