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I sigh as I flip the card between my fingers. “What about my job?”
“What about it?” Blair asks.
“If my grandfather or the label found out I’d lose everything,” I say.
“Lei, you have the chance to screw a rock star. There should be no questions or worries. Get naked and hop on that,” Blair says.
Haven laughs along with Blair and I’m starting to get annoyed. I’m looking for real advice. I need real advice. Telling me to fuck him and have fun isn’t advice. They aren’t seeing it from my point of view. Everything I’ll be losing if I agree to this. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, and it could all be destroyed in a matter of minutes.
“Take advantage of the sexy situation, Lei. He sounds like he really wants you and all the shit you told us about last night,” she pauses as she sighs in wonderment. “That’s some seriously hot alpha shit.”
“But my job,” I whine.
“Who cares? Have fun for once,” Blair says.
They continue to make jokes as I shake my head. This isn’t helping at all. They could easily walk away from their jobs and get a new one. I can’t. The reputation of not only sleeping with a client, but having a romantic relationship? No one would ever hire me again.
I can’t even get a word in as they continue laughing at my expense.
“Yeah, thanks for the help. I’ll figure it out,” I say, hanging up.
That was useless. I’ve been waiting all morning for some solid, real advice and they prove to be no help at all. I get up to put the card into my purse. When I reach it, I feel another card and pull it out.
Catherine Pope. I flip it over a few times wondering if I should do it. She said I should call, but I feel like an unprofessional fool. How can I call a woman I don’t know and ask her advice? Besides the fact that she is a publicist, so she understands this world and the fact that she is not engaged to a man that was or is her client.
I stare at the card and try to convince myself it’s a stupid idea, but my head disagrees. Maybe the fact that I don’t know her is a good thing. She can’t judge me from any past experiences. She’d only be giving me advice on this situation at hand, not my life as a whole.
I steal my nerves and pick my phone back up. Screw it, I’m honestly this desperate.
I dial the number and press the phone to my ear. I stare out the window at the beautiful ocean in front of me. I’d love to feel the sand on my feet and the sun kissing my skin.
“Catherine Pope,” she answers, pulling my thoughts back to the situation.
I clear my throat because it feels as if my heart is lodged in it. “Hi, Catherine. It’s Lorelei Seidel. We met.”
“At the Loyalty concert, I remember you,” she says. “How’s everything going?”
I laugh and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m nervous or just surprised she remembers me. “Things are, well, kinda crazy. It’s actually why I’m calling.”
“You fell for him,” she says.
There’s no judgement at all. She’s saying it in a way of understanding.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“And now you don’t know if you should pick him or the job, and you’re scared to lose both in the end,” she says.
My eyes widen at her words. She either lived through something almost identical or she’s some sort of psychic.
“That’s exactly it,” I say.
“I can’t tell you what to do, but I can tell you that finally getting over my insecurities and fears was the best decision I ever made,” she says.
“I’ve just worked so hard to get where I am and if we give in to this, I’m terrified I’ll lose my job. It would take a lot less for my grandfather to fire me,” I tell her.
“There’s something to be said about living a life with no regrets. You have to ask yourself if you’ll look back on this and regret letting him go. I know being a publicist is the most important thing, but you can find a new job. Can you find someone that makes you feel like Kegan does?” she asks.
I close my eyes letting her words sink in. I know if I looked for the rest of my life, I’d never find someone like Kegan. I also know I would compare everyone to him.
