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I’d let him sleep in my bed with me, something I hadn’t thought I would do. I couldn’t exactly kick him out, not after what we had done all night. It would be silly to care about that after I’d felt his thick cock filling me up from behind over and over.
Still, I was conflicted and angry with myself. I’d thought I had more self-control, but apparently that went completely out the window whenever Nash was around me. He had this effect on me, turning me into this sex-crazy maniac that needed his body.
I sighed and Nash glanced at me, grinning. “Something wrong?”
“Nope,” I said.
He leaned in closer to me. “You okay for this?”
“Fine,” I said.
“Great. One word answers. Real grown up.”
I smiled at him. “Thanks.”
He laughed at me. “You’re actually pretty cute when you try to be mad.”
I wanted to say something, but Melissa Carpenter, the journalist from the day before, walked into the room.
“Nash!” she exclaimed. He stood up, smiling. She hugged him, and I noticed that her hand moved dangerously close to his tight ass.
“Hello, Melissa,” he said. “Nice to see you so soon.”
“Well,” she said, “when your lovely Livy asked if I wanted to do a follow-up, how could I say no?”
He laughed. “Liv does love to give you access.”
The two of them sat back down in their chairs and the crew busied themselves setting up the cameras and getting microphones set up on our clothes.
“Selena,” Melissa said, finally acknowledging me.
“Hello. Good to see you again,” I said.
She looked back at Nash. “So tell me, are you giving me the goods today?”
He looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Come on, Nash. You guys eloped out of nowhere, and nobody had ever heard of her before that. There has to be a story.”
“We told the story yesterday, Melissa,” he said coolly.
“Between me and you, I just don’t believe it.”
“If there were a story, you’d have it.”
She smiled, but the crew finished setting up and the director was motioning for Melissa to settle in.
I instantly could tell that this was different. Yesterday had been pretty easy overall. She hadn’t asked anything too hard and hadn’t really pressed the issues that maybe didn’t make perfect sense.
But today she seemed more intense.
“Three, two,” the director said, pointing to the camera on one.
“Good morning. I’m here with Nash Bell, bestselling author. Today we’re talking with him and his new wife, student Selena Wood. How are you two this morning?”
Nash’s agitation from a minute before was completely gone, replaced with a large smile. “Great, Melissa. How are you?”
I looked between the two of them and it suddenly hit me like a truck: We were on live television. I quickly looked at Melissa and plastered a smile on my face.
Why didn’t anyone tell me this was live? I thought to myself over and over, trying to stay calm.
“So, Nash, the world wants to know: Who is Selena Wood?”
He laughed, so charming and confident. “She’s my wife. She’s a student at U Penn and one of the smartest people I know.”
I smiled at him and Melissa nodded. “Selena,” she said, looking at me, “how are your first days of marriage?”
“Hard,” I said, and Melissa laughed.
“Hard already?” she asked.
“I mean, great,” I said quickly, “but tough doing all of this media stuff.”
Melissa nodded. “Of course. You’re not used to this sort of thing since you’re just a student.”
“Right,” I said. “But I want to be a part of Nash’s life, and this is it right now.”
“Tell me,” Melissa said. “Why the sudden marriage?” Nash went to answer, but Melissa shook her head quickly. “Let’s hear from Selena,” she said.
“Well, it was like we said yesterday. We decided to elope because we were impatient. Neither of us wanted to wait until the tour was over.”
“Why Vegas?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Why not Vegas? It’s an amazing city.”
“But you don’t seem like a Vegas person,” Melissa pressed. “It seems very strange that you two would run off to Las Vegas to get married when you could have easily done it in your hometown.”
“I guess you don’t know me very well, Melissa,” I said, smiling.
“We’ll have to fix that very soon, right after this break,” she said.
“You’re clear,” the director said.
“Good job, guys. Back in five.” Melissa got up and walked off.
Nash leaned in toward me. “Good job,” he said.
“This is live television,” I said to him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He cocked his head. “I thought you knew. I thought Livy told you.”
“She didn’t tell me anything.”
He laughed. “Shit. Well, you handled it well enough.”
“I’m so pissed at you.”
“Yeah, no kidding. Try and tone that down on camera, though.”
I glared at him. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“You didn’t mind that last night.”
I blushed, memories coming back. “Don’t talk about last night.”
“So many rules. I’m a fan of breaking rules, though.” He grinned at me, leaning closer. “How about a kiss? You know, for the camera.”
