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wondering
if my mind can even take the sensation of Jordan’s tongue in my folds.
     
    SLAM the outer door
to the hotel closes with a bang.
     
    “ Wait ‘til you see the bombshell I’ve got prepared for New York. It
will put Vineyard and Bookfeed on the top. It will go viral in thirty minutes!”
Dagney Van Der Vine says to the intern stationed by the door. 
     
    Jordan jerks his
hand away from my body as if he touched a hot stove. “Straighten up,” he growls
zipping his pants and jumping off the couch. I do the same.
     
    “ Dag, this is Carrie Miller, August Kalle’s assistant,” Jordan
says, way too formally. I expect the woman famous for calling out the secrets
and lies of superstars to instantly know what happened and pull out a
microphone, but she just shrugs indifferently.
     
    “ Hello, Carrie,” she says, reaching out to shake my hand. The
awareness that the last thing my hand touched was Jordan’s member pounds in my
head as I wrap it around her cold, boney fingers. 
     
    “ It’s nice to meet you,” I say. It’s weird seeing celebrities in
person. On the web or TV they look so stunningly beautiful, but in real life
their features seem overly large - exaggerated angles, huge eyes and lips that
glare out.
     
    “ Get a scoop?” She turns to Jordan, brushing me off as the unworthy
commoner I am.
     
    “ She filled me in on August’s ideas and schedules. Nothing earth
shattering,” Jordan answers her, walking away from me and clearly enthralled
with the new arrival. I realize that even though my body is present, I am no
longer in the room.
     
    “ Your driver is in the main suite,” Dagney tells me, pointing at
the door because I am either too star struck or stupid to figure out it is time
to leave. Jordan gives me a hasty goodbye, while motioning for Dagney to sit
down. I’m sure they have a strategy meeting of some kind scheduled.
     
    Chloe stands when I
come out, and guides me to the car outside. She never seems to be troubled or
impatient. She was just waiting by the door as if in a trance. I’m so full of
sexual tension and confusion I can barely walk.
     
    “ I hope you didn’t have to wait long,” I say in the elevator. “I
wasn’t aware you were here.”
     
    “ About an hour. Waiting is part of the job,” she replies.
     
    “ How do you sit so still for all that time?” I ask. I’ve never seen
her play with a cell phone, read a book or talk to others when she’s on duty.
     
    “ Meditation. I’m sure you are aware I was a model before I took
this job. Well, when you model you have to sit perfectly still, sometimes for
hours at a time. It’s so boring and hard on the muscles. When I got started I
thought I would go mad, or turn to drugs like so many do to get through. Missy
Eliott taught me about meditation. It helped me keep going.”
     
    “ I thought Missy was on drugs,” I offer. She looks at me like I’ve
just skinned a rabbit with my bare teeth in front of her.
     
    “ People are better than their worst moment,” Chloe says, opening
the back door. We get out of the circle of the hotel, drive for two stop-and-go
blocks and we are turning around.  Before I can make sense of what is
happening, we are back at Jordan’s place.
     
    Chloe opens the
back door and tells me August forgot his jacket.
     
    “ I’ll get it!” I blurt, practically jumping out of the car. I’m
sure Jordan’s still meeting with Dagney Dumbass (as Marcus calls her), but
maybe I can catch his eye or blow him a kiss or do something to let him know
that after the tour, I’m still open to receive his deposit.
     
    “ I forgot something,” I tell the intern at the door. I don’t want
to tell her it’s the jacket because I don’t want her to go get it. Fortunately,
she hasn’t learned Chloe’s art of meditation and she’s busy texting.  She
points me to the door down the hall. I crack it open slowly to see if he is
locked into a deep conversation.
     
    “ How in the world did