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“Where precisely do you want us to go?”
She points to the door. “The hallway would work.”
I throw my hands in the air and reluctantly follow Courtney and Nate out into the hallway. We stand silently, freezing our bits off while Brynn and Kaan fight it out on the other side of my door. When the voices become louder, the three of us put our ears to the door listening as Kaan lists all the reasons that her idea is stupid.
“She can’t pull this off. The press will eat her alive.” His words were laced with doubt. “And she’s too short!”
Nate nods in agreement. “You are short.”
“She’ll embarrass herself… and me!”
“He’s not wrong.”
I flip Courtney the one finger salute.
“No one will believe that she and I are together!”
True.
I throw open my front door ready to defend myself. “You sure can talk a lot of rubbish, Kaan Korkmaz, but the one thing you’ve got right is that… no one in their right mind is going to believe that you and I are together. Even mymotherwouldn’t believe that!”
Brynn shakes her head. “What makes you say that?”
“Because he is Kaan and I am—”
“You are Meg Martin!”
“The spectacularly single, Meg Martin,” I remind her.
“No, you are the spectacularly single Meg Martin who has been spectacularly absent from social media the last few weeks, enough so to perhaps warrant a particularly nosy photographer to wonder whether you are in fact dating someone but have been keeping it under wraps due to your very significant other being very significant.”
“No proof.”
“You might want to check the Mirror.”
Sensing that I have already lost the battle, I groan and quickly cross back to my laptop and pull up the Mirror’s webpage.
Holy shit!
A photo of Kaan and I sitting together, perhaps too closely, on a sofa at the office. He is leaning towards me, and his thumb is on my cheek. It looks like an incredibly intimate moment caught on film, when in fact it was an incredibly un-intimate moment of Kaan wiping ink from a pen that had exploded in my mouth after I chewed on it.
“How… what… huh?”
“It was cute.”
“It was ink from my pen.”
“You’re really quite adorable together.”
“I don’t even particularly like him.”
Kaan’s eyes darken like burnished pecan wood as he glares intensely into mine. I mentally imagine myself sinking into the carpet beneath my feet. “I don’t particularly like you either.”
Damn Brynn and her all-knowing smile. “That photo tells a very different story.”
“Do I have any choice?”
“We need a professional.”
