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social skills at all. And within an hour of getting there, he was so drunk that the bartender had to cut him off… And, believe me, he didn’t like it. He put up a big fuss and started screaming at the bartender, and one of the guys from the office stepped up and tried to say something to him, and Gigi’s date tried to sock him.
    “Luckily security was already on the scene, and they managed to grab him before his fist made contact. They escorted the kid out of the hotel—and the whole while, Gigi was just standing there staring, with her mouth wide open.
    “As soon as they got the guy outside, there were whispers, gasps, and chuckles going all around, and Gigi was still standing there, like a deer caught in the headlights. Someone decided to kick some music on somewhere, and the moment it started playing, Gigi turned and left the room.”
    J.R. paused for a brief moment, as if he were waiting for Julie to prod him toward his point. When she said nothing, he continued.
    “I don’t know why,” he said, “but I felt very bad for Gigi. I knew she had to be embarrassed, and I felt compelled to do something about it. I decided to follow after her, and I made it to the lobby just in time to see her step on to the elevator and have the doors shut behind her.
    “‘What room is Gretchen Gordon in?’ I asked the clerk behind the desk. He knew who I was, so, of course, he told me. I got on the elevator and went to Gigi’s room… When she answered the door, she was crying. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked. ‘Come to fire me because of that asshole?’
    “I told her that her job wasn’t at stake, and that I was there to make sure she was okay. She seemed to take kindly to that, and invited me into her room. I told her that what had happened was very shitty, and that it probably wouldn’t go away overnight—and I also told her to remember who she was and how she got where she was, and that she shouldn’t let any of the shit that just happened make her lose track of that.
    “She thanked me for being supportive, and we went on to talk a bit more. I ended up asking her how she even ended up with a loser like that, and she said something about how finding a good guy ain’t easy… Then she put her hand on my thigh, leaned in, and kissed me.”
    “Whoa,” Julie said, giving J.R. the type of interruption he’d waited for earlier. Only this time, it came at the wrong moment. The story was getting too good to be interrupted!
    Sensing this, J.R. seamlessly continued, “I knew I shouldn’t, but I kissed her back. After all, I’m a man, and Gigi is… well, Gigi is Gigi. I kissed her back for quite a while, and even let my hands go where they shouldn’t. Things probably would have gone even further, but Gigi started talking.
    “She said how wonderful it was that she’d come with the pauper and was going to leave with the prince, and she told me how she’d dreamed of this moment since she started working at rEcore. ‘We’re gonna make the perfect power couple,’ she said, and it kinda turned me off a little.
    “Actually, it turned me off a lot. It was obvious that Gigi and I weren’t in the same place. I’d thought this was some random, casual encounter, and I wanted to live it out, like a Penthouse fantasy. But she wanted to make all her dreams come true, and I wasn’t down for that.
    “I told her we were making a mistake, and I had to pry her hands off of me. Before I left, we agreed to act as if what happened never happened. It was a silly promise, I know, but it worked… or so I thought.”
    Julie looked at J.R. as if she were waiting for him to say more. He had just talked our ears off for several minutes, and it wouldn’t have come as a surprise if he kept going. But, from all I could tell, he was done—and it was our turn to say something.
    “So,” I said, being a little more aggressive than usual, “your story raises two questions… First, whatever happened with Gigi after the