I shook my head as she finished. “I didn’t resist him, Katy.”
“What do you mean? You didn’t resist? You said you didn’t do anything with him.”
“Right. I didn’t.”
“Hang on, I’m confused,” Katy began, as she pointed her index finger at me. “You said you didn’t resist but you didn’t do anything with him. That doesn’t make any sense.”
Falling back into the mattress with a thud, I groaned, “Believe me it’s not like I didn’t want to… Don’t want to… It's just that he…”
“What?” she said. “He what?”
“He didn’t do anything. After we got back to the hotel, he invited me up to his room. I went. Believe me it wasn’t like I resisted, but he never tried a damn thing. All he did was go over his schedule. That’s all. He’s not interested in me. That much is obvious.”
The chair Katy sat in squeaked as she leaned back in it and roared with laughter.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “It’s not funny, Katy. It sucks!”
After a good ten seconds or so, Katy got up from her chair, walked over and grabbed my arm. Tugging on it, she pulled me into a seated position and then pointed to a mirror across the room that hung on the back of my bedroom door.
“Maddie, I’ve had to do this twice now! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? What man, especially a man with the appetite of Greyson Sinclair, wouldn’t be interested in…” she stopped mid-sentence and made a sweeping gesture directed towards my body and then continued, “well, this!”
As much as I appreciated what she tried to say, it was obvious my point didn’t come across as I’d hoped.
“I don’t know, he just wasn’t,” I said with a shrug.
Her brown hair bobbed to and fro as she shook her head in disagreement. “Well, you must have done something to turn him off, Maddie. Simple as that.”
I grabbed the edge of the bed, pushed myself up and walked past her towards my dresser. “Uh! Katy! That’s not a nice thing to say. And besides, it seems to me you’d be happy that nothing happened.”
As I finished speaking, I wrapped my hand around the brass fixture on my dresser drawer and pulled it open.
“Why would I be happy about that?” she asked. I had my back to her, but I could tell from her tone she grew more exasperated as she tried to understand.
Pulling out my favorite oversized t-shirt, I slipped it on over my head. As I walked back towards my bed, I said, “Well, you know, because I’m keeping it ‘professional’.”
Katy stepped aside and allowed me to slip in between the sheets. The cool texture of the fabric felt good against my skin, which, for some annoying reason, continued to tingle when I merely mentioned Greyson. I kicked my legs straight and pulled the sheet all the way up to my chin.
After watching my display, Katy shook her head and sat down on the bed next to me.
“Maddie,” she began. “Do you want to sleep with him?”
“Yes… no… I mean, I don’t know,” I said. I yanked my arms out from beneath the sheet and slammed them, palms down, on either side of my body. “This is a stupid conversation, Katy. What difference does it make what I want? He can have anyone he desires; why the hell would he want me anyway?”
Ignoring my self-pity for the moment, Katy looked down at me. “When do you see him again?”
I rolled my head on the pillow and looked up at her. “Tomorrow morning, at eleven. He’s got a meeting at the studio. Oh shit!”
Katy leaned away from me.
“What?”
“Oh, I forgot to get him a dinner escort for tomorrow night.” I groaned. I ‘neglected’ to tell her he wanted me to fill that role. I hoped I could find a suitable replacement and diffuse the situation altogether. Even so, I didn’t need Katy to know anything about it.
Katy stood from the bed as I spoke. “Well, so, just take care of it tomorrow before you pick him up for his meeting. You’ll have time.”
I smiled. At last a shred of good news.
“True.”
Katy wiggled her eyebrows at me before she turned to leave. “Worst case, you can be his date again.”
“Get out!” I yelled. “Right now!”
GREY
Damn it was hard getting to sleep last night but after an early morning workout, I managed to get my mind focused on the task at hand. Slipping on my shoes, I cradled my phone between my ear and shoulder as I connected with the office of the studio president.