Page 34 of Torrid Passion
I don’t blame him.
“It’s okay, you can judge me,” I encourage. “Don’t hold back,” I tell him when he’s still at a loss for words.
I’m sure I must’ve shattered the perfect image he has of me.
“KYLA O’KEEFFE DESPERATE FOR AN O,”I poke fun at myself.
He still doesn’t speak.
“Loki,” I press.
“I was here for a reason as well,” he finally says.
“Oh.”
He tells me all about Chelsea.
I won’t lie. A flash of jealousy prickles through me.
“You know what?” he asks.
“What?”
“I’m glad Chelsea turned out to be a flake. And thank God for Glenda’s much, much bigger ass.”
I didn’t see that one coming.
I laugh hysterically, to the point of tears.
“Oh, my God, I needed that,” I say wiping tears from under my eyes.
“Without those two and without Grant and Magnus, we wouldn’t be sitting here, having this heart-to-heart.”
“No, we wouldn’t.” I’m suddenly aware the mood has changed in the room. “So you’re not mad… about the whole fake boyfriend thing?”
He shakes his head. “I’m honored.” He pauses. His eyes fix onto mine when he asks, “Why me?”
I shudder through an uneasy breath, my stomach tightening in a knot.
I’m completely tongue-tied.
“You know a lot of influential men in this town,” he says. “Same goes for A-lister actors. You had so many options, but you chose me. I’m curious as to why.”
How can I answer him without revealing a part of my soul?
I cross my legs, hoping to contain my nervousness. Loki looks down, and I follow his gaze. The asymmetric cut of the skirt reveals a lot.
“I didn’t realize that was such a difficult question to answer,” he says, when I still don’t answer. I pull my gaze up. His eyes scan my face. “Let’s try another one. Why did you keep all the photos we took in Paris?”
My heart is beating like a drum.
“Your questions are hard,” I tell him.
“Interesting,” he nods. “They’re hard because you don’t know the answer, or you’re scared of the answer?”
“Loki.”
He studies me carefully for a few long seconds.
