“Good morning,” I say.
“It is now,” he responds and lifts me up by my butt, kissing me.
“Eww, you’re sweaty.”
“And you’re hot.” He presses me back against the mirror, and presses his rock hard erection into my stomach. He kisses me again, and then sets me back down. “Even though I’m dying to bury myself to the hilt inside you, I have to take a shower. We have to go soon. Wait for me in the dining room, okay?” He runs his thumb over my lips. Aroused, I swallow hard, and nod.
After the very late breakfast, Jake drives me home so I can change, and then we go to his interview at 1 o’clock. We park in the parking lot by the TV station, and go inside the building. At the reception desk, a young receptionist greets us. Recognizing Jake immediately, she flashes him her white smile, and straightens her blouse. She fixes the strand of hair she already tucked behind her ear three times. I only roll my eyes at her. But who could blame her? He is gorgeous. She directs us toward the studio, and I decide to wait for him on an armchair that’s behind the cameras. On the other side of the studio, an audience is impatiently waiting for the show to start. The host of the show approaches Jake, enthusiastic, and they shake hands. He shows him which side he has to come from when he announces him, explains a few things, and the show soon begins.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our show. I have a real treat for you today, especially for the ladies. It’s no other than Jake ‘The Beast’ Burns.” The women in the audience start cheering and whistling. Jake confidently walks across the set to his seat, waves to the audience, and sits down. The cheers still don’t die down, even when the host of the show speaks. “I’m glad you could be here with us despite your packed schedule, and it being the peak of the season for you. Tell us, how are you doing? You already have a few wins under your belt. It seems that this is going to be another successful season for you.” Rubbing his chin, Jake shifts slightly in his seat.
“Thanks for the invitation, it’s my pleasure to be here. Yes, I’m very happy with the results so far. I hope I’ll finish the season on the same note.” After a few basic questions about motorcycling, the host moves on to more personal questions.
“You look fearless on that motorcycle of yours. Are you even afraid of anything?”
“Hmm,” Jake glances my way and nods. “My biggest fear in life is losing the people I care about. I’m the kind of a person who would do anything to protect the ones that mean a lot to me.”
“And what does your life look like now that you are at the peak of fame? Can you take a walk in peace?” Jake laughs.
“It’s getting more and more difficult. If someone told me five years ago that paparazzi would be camping in front of my house, and constantly taking pictures of me, I would laugh in their face. But that’s exactly what’s happening. To be honest, I don’t like it. It’s nice that people like me, but sometimes I just want some peace and privacy. I’d like to take my girlfriend out to dinner without someone following us every step with a camera. But even though I want to have a normal life, I know this is no longer possible.”
“Since you just mentioned your girlfriend—I know she is here today with you. Can you tell us more about her?” The host now has all my attention; I hope Jake is not planning on sharing details about me on the television.
“Even though I could talk about her for days, I don’t plan on exposing her in front of the cameras. She had enough of it a couple of weeks ago. I’d like for her life to remain as it is—private.”
“I understand. Could she possibly be the future Mrs. Burns? Is she the one?” Jake looks at me. We are staring at each other for some time, then he opens his mouth to speak. My breath hitches in my throat as I’m nervously waiting for his response. I’m sure it’s too soon for him to know if I’m the one for him.
“I’d rather not answer this question. You’ll find out when the right time comes.” I drop my gaze to the ground as a small pang of disappointment hits me. I don’t exactly know what I was expecting him to say. To be honest, for a second there, I kind of hoped he would say that I am.
“What is your favorite racing memory?” the host continues.
“Definitely my first win ever, and later becoming the world champion. These two will forever remain in my memory.” The host nods, and they continue talking pleasantly. After a while, he thanks Jake for being here, and the show ends. They shake hands and we say goodbye.
A crowd of fans awaits us in the parking lot when we exit the building. Two security guards help us push through to our car. Jake starts the car and we are on our way. I direct him where to drive, but don’t tell him the final destination. He’ll find out soon enough. When he turns right for the third time, he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.