Page 86 of Torrid Passion
“We’re here to remind Hollywood about Beautiful Face––founded by former Miss America and Second Runner Miss Universe, Jordana Berkshire, aka my wonderful mom. Bliss’s generous contribution will help a lot of women regain their dignity.” Mom trained me well.
“So Naughty Loki and Bliss aren’t dating?” Big Ass Glasses asks, squinting his gray eyes at me.
“Well—” Bliss starts, but luckily someone interrupts her.
“No BlissLo?”
“Yeah, no BlissLo?” Big Ass Glasses piggybacks.
God, I hate those stupid celebrity couple nicknames.
“This is for charity,” I repeat before Bliss has a chance to answer.
“So, you’re still single, Naughty Loki?” Big Ass Glasses insists.
Are you deaf, idiot?
I smile. “Would you like to hear how many women Beautiful Face has helped so far?”
Big Ass Glasses ignores me. “Bliss, any movie deals in the works? A lot of big-name directors are present tonight.”
“You know how it is. A girl should have her own secrets,” Bliss deflates.
This is the first sign of shyness I’ve seen in this woman since I met her. Wow.
“Surely in this dress, you’ll catch the attention of one of them?”
Big Ass Glasses is starting to annoy the hell out of me.
Enough!
“We should get inside,” I say, tugging on Bliss’s arm as I turn my attention toward the line in front of me.
“Oh, okay,” she says.
“Have a good night, BlissLo.” Big Ass Glasses grins before snapping a bunch of photos.
Fucker.
I turn to my mother and she mouths,“I love you.”
