Page 49 of One Last Time
“Relax, Kristin.” Erica giggles. “Get a mat and sit withme.”
Not wanting to get fired, I begrudgingly grab the other yoga mat and take my place beside her. She’s sitting crisscrossed with her hands resting on her knees. “The key is to find yourcenter.”
“Right.Center.”
I’m centered in hell rightnow.
“He said he’d like to do another piece with you writing it,” she says with her eyes closed. “He’d like to do a much larger exposé and really delve into a more meaningfulstory.”
The words fail me. I had hoped after the article I wrote, he’d go back to New York, and I could pretend this weekend was just a dream. Now he wants me to write some large story about him? This cannot behappening.
My self-control is not that good. We had one working dinner, which ended with us sucking face. An in-depth exposé where I need to be around him for longer periods of time will not bodewell.
Although, sleeping with Noah is certainly not the worst thing that couldhappen.
I mentally slap myself. Yes, having sex with the man I’m supposed to write an article on would be inexcusable and totallyunprofessional.
However, it would be a very authentic way to find out what womenwant.
Okay, I definitely need a shrink or avibrator.
“I’m sure there’s someone more qualified than I am.” I try to push itoff.
She starts to hum, and I stare at her. After a few more weird sounds, she blows out a long breath and turns to me. “He wants you. This is a good thing.” Erica’s hand touches my leg, and she continues, “Noah is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You have no idea how many times he’s deniedinterviews.”
“Right. So why the hell does he suddenly want to do this and withme?”
“Whocares?”
“It doesn’t make sense. Why now? Why me? Why not interview with Barbara Walters if you’re going to do something for the first time? It’s crazy and I’m sure his publicist will never sign off onthis.”
Erica shrugs. “I have no idea why, but he likes you and felt like you were the right fit. I’m not going to lie, I’m over the moon. This is the break of alifetime.”
Then it hits me . . . he thinks he’s going to get into my pants. If I get this big article that could get me out of blogging for a gossip site, I would be in his debt and fall in hisbed.
“I can’t do it,” I say, unwilling to put myself in a position tofail.
Erica raises her brow. “You don’t have achoice.”
“Erica, you can’t tell me this isn’t a littlebizarre.”
“Hollywood is off its rocker. They’re not like you and me. We live very normal lives and are not crazy like they are,” she says with a straightface.
She thinks she’s normal? I try not to laugh, but I fail. A giggle explodes from my lips, and I cover my mouth quickly. “Sorry, the imagery wasfunny.”
She’s the strangest bird I’ve ever met. People don’t meditate in the office just because or believe no shave November applies to women as well, but she does. If she’s normal, then the world isscrewed.
“Hollywood in a rocker is funny,” shelaughs.
Lord help thefuture.
“So, you’ll tell him he has to work with Pam or you?” I push hoping she’llrelent.
“Not a chance. You are officially on assignment, and the piece is due in a month. I want a really in-depth article. Something that blows people’s pantsoff.”
“Socks,” Icorrect.
“What? I don’t wear socks. Too constraining on yourtoes.”
