Page 33 of Torrid Passion
“Talk about delusional.”
“I grew up in Hollywood. I’ve been to more premiers, parties, events and galas than I can count. I’ve met some pretty superficial people in the showbiz industry, but no one comes close to Magnus Waitfield.”
“I’m in the music industry and it’s the same. That guy takes shallowness to a whole other level.”
“I’ve seen him at other industry events in New York since I came up with my little ruse,” I say, making air quotes. “He always inquired abouttheboyfriend. I always saidwe were going strong before flashing a photo of us.”
“It’s behind you now.”
“Yeah. I guess,” I nod.
“Should I top up your glass?” Loki asks getting up.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“You want anything to eat?”
“No, thank you. Not yet.”
“All right.”
When he’s done, he sits backs down and just stares at me.
I can’t read his expression.
He takes a few sips of his champagne.
I do the same, hoping the effervescent bubbles might calm me down.
It’s in vain.
Too much has happened tonight.
“This night is a train wreck,” I say.
“You didn’t enjoy our time together?”
“No, no, no. I don’t mean you. You’re the best thing to have happened to me tonight. I mean Magnus and…” I pause.
“There’s more?”
Do I tell him?
What the hell.
I let out a loud sigh. “There’s Grant.”
“Who’s Grant?”
“When you’re on the list of who’s who in Hollywood, your private life can quickly turn into entertainment if you’re not careful. On top of that, being Kieran O’Keeffe’s daughter means it’s challenging to know when a guy is interested in me or in what I can do for his career. That’s why I was here in the first place. I wasn’t just in the area. I was here for a reason.”
“I’m sorry, Kyla, but I still don’t know who Grant is or how he fits into the picture.”
God, I’m rambling on like a bumbling idiot.
I gulp the remainder of my champagne, trying to hide my shaking hand. Once I’m done, I tell him all about Mr. Pussy.
Loki looks baffled. Stunned, even.
