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When I had confessed to Denise that I had allowed him to work his magic hands in the back of a car driven by a stranger, she had damn near hooped and hollered at my boldness. I told her to refrain from celebrating—she failed. Or, at least she did until we both saw that I was now fodder for all the tabloids and that my exploits were now very much public.
His stunt made it to where I can’t even go to work or my house without being hounded by clicking cameras and flashing lights. People keep yelling questions about Travis or what our relationship is. I’ve had to hide out with Denise, just praying it will all pass.
Travis might be used to this craziness, but I feel trapped in my own life. At one point Jill—the girl that works for me—had to go tear down all the pictures someone plastered over the windows of Wallflowers.
Pictures of me and Travis in the cab.
I guess I should just be lucky that you can’t put videos on storefronts. Of course, that doesn’t stop them from being all over the internet. I had hoped if I ever went viral, it would have to do with my business—not me getting off on camera.
“I made sure the cab driver was fired,” he says, like that will make this all just go away.
“Great, just take someone’s livelihood from them because they worked against you!” I yell. What that guy did was absolutely wrong and pervy, but Travis knew people might recognize him, and yet he had me making a fool of myself in the back of a cab with someone watching anyway. He probably wasn’t even the one to make money off of it, just doing it to scrape by and now he’s out of a job because a celebrity got caught fooling around in his car.
“He’s a creep!” he barks, finally getting angry enough not to listen to me yell at him.
“So are you!” I yell, pressing the end button and slamming my phone down. “I hate him!” I scream.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you seem pretty upset for someone using the word hate. If you really hated him, would you be so upset?”
“Quit trying to psychoanalyze me, Denise,” I grumble.
“Well, how about this, although I do hate being cliché, but, my darling, Lee, there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I try to counter it, completely sidestepping the fact she threw love out there.
“I hate that he leaves dirty laundry lying around everywhere and the damn toilet seat up!”
“I think multiple orgasms in a night negates those complaints, Lee.”
“I hate the way he eats popcorn, too. He chomps it like a child and clearly tells stories like he’s one too!” I’m still raising my voice, waving my arms around in exacerbation.
And the way his dark eyes follow me like I’m his prey and he’s ready to eat me up. Or the way he kisses me until my lips are swollen which feels so sexy. Or how he’s completely alpha male, while still putting me first…I shake my head, my traitorous body reacting to him and he’s only on the tv screen. None of that makes me any less mad that he thought he needed to lie to me, in fact it makes everything worse.
“I’ll just be over here playing devil’s advocate and remind you that he gave you the world’s best orgasms which is not something to take lightly. That means not only is he very skilled, but that you two are extremely compatible. The heat you’ve been dying to release is there for a reason.”
“Annoying liars shouldn’t be that skilled! They should be horrible at sex so that you can kick them to the curb sooner, regardless of the level of attraction there,” I complain, giving her a dirty look. Denise nods her head in agreeance, but she looks at me skeptically.
“Yeah, that’s true,” she starts, staring at me with a calculating look that frankly terrifies me. “Let’s just say he has a totally innocent reason for lying, although lying at any point isn’t commendable. He’s got a lot going got him. He certainly has a great job, so there’s that. And he has enough money for not one but three houses. Did you see he has one here, in Montana and Belize? That sort of ticks off all the requirements on your dating list, Lee.” She leans away from me in case I want to smack her, and I do, but she’s right and she knows it.
“Bitch,” I mutter. Annoyed at her for pointing out all the obvious. She knows I’m kidding, but I’m still in a terrible mood so I just go back to eating my feelings in the form of Rocky Road ice cream and watching my mostly-hate-possible-love-of-my-life man on the TV.
