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on the couch and put the phone on the coffee table in front of me. I stared at it for quite some time waiting for a reply but there was nothing. I got up and poured myself a drink; tequila on the rocks like we had been drinking earlier. Then I went back and checked my phone, nothing. What was I doing? I was acting like a chick staring at the phone waiting for a text message. I sent the apology, that was all I could do... maybe she was asleep.
     
    I hoped that there would be a message waiting for me in the morning. Instead there was something else. My producer called me and told me that there was an impromptu meeting scheduled for today at the studio. I started to panic. Was Rosalyn not who I thought she was? Maybe she was crazy and she was getting revenge on me through the project. What if she got me off of the project? I would be devastated. It was one of the best roles I had read in a long time and I wanted to be the one to do it. Would she be that conniving? I guess I really didn't know her like I thought I did. Women, they were all the same. They were all crazy. This is why I remained a bachelor, just me and my motorcycle. It was all that mattered. “Fuck!” I said out loud as I got ready for my day and the meeting which was sure to be awkward.
     
    We all sat around the conference table as the studio executive told us why the film should be change from R rated to PG-13, and everyone seem to be listening except for me. I simply nodded my head here and there to pretend I was listening, I was too distracted by Rosalyn sitting across from me. She looked lovely and I immediately thought about how I came so close to being inside of her. That made me shift in my seat, she looked at me briefly and then looked away. Was she pissed off at me still? As I listened to words here and there from the executive, I realized that this was not about me and her, it was a legitimate studio meeting that had nothing to do with our personal involvement. That was a relief to me. I really could trust her. She was levelheaded, calm, and intelligent. In all, she seemed to be perfect, and I had fucked that up by not cleaning up my past, but I didn't know that things would happen this way. I didn't know that cleaning up my past was needed because I didn't know that I would meet someone like her, ever. The meeting seemed to drag on for about two hours, but when I looked at my watch I realized it had only been 45 minutes.
     
    Everyone shook hands and said their goodbyes in a typical fashion. Rosalyn shook my hand and said goodbye in a calm, professional manner. She didn't show any emotion, just politely smiled as though we were strangers. Then she walked out. I wanted to say so much to her in that moment, but I had my bad boy reputation to keep up. Plus, I don't think the producers would like to know that we had become involved, they frowned upon such things and for good reason. A few minutes later I was on my motorcycle leaving the garage when I saw her standing out on the sidewalk.
     
    “Can we talk?” I said sincerely. She looked around as though making sure no one was watching us.
     
    “No, really… you don't have to explain anything to me. I understand. There is no need. I made a mistake becoming involved and I won't let it jeopardize our professional relationship. Everything is great. It's our secret,” she said that she looked at her phone.
     
    That wasn't enough for me. I didn't want it to be over and I wanted to explain, “Please, I really need to talk.” I said. I hadn't said anything like that to a woman in a long time. It was refreshing.
     
    “Okay but it here. I'm waiting for a car service to pick me up,” she said.
     
    I hopped up from the seat and pulled the helmet out and handed it to her. She looked around again and then she smiled and put it on. I helped her to buckle it once more. Then she hopped on behind me wrapping her legs and arms against me, I felt great. I took off so that no one would see us. I drove up