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man actor or a GQ model.
                “If
you have to ask...”
                “So
you're an aspiring financier.”
                “Something
like that.”
                Somehow,
I doubt it. There's something about his easy charm, the way he takes my teasing
straight on the chin, which makes me think he owns at least one company I've
heard of, if not more.
                It's
nice to pretend, I think. I'm a failed actress, flirting with a finance guy in
a hotel gym. I'm an aspiring singer, on the verge of her big break,
flirting with just another guy she meets-cute in a typical place.
                “In
town for business or pleasure,” I ask him.
                “Why
can't it be both?” he winks at me. “That's the problem with our culture these
days. Business or pleasure. Some of us love our work. Don't you?”
                I'm
all smiles. “Oh, it's the best profession.” And the oldest one, but I don't
have to tell him that. “I love every minute of it.”
                “You
here long?”
                “Oh,
I live here..I mean, not here , here,” I lie. “I've just got the gym
membership. It's important to have a good membership – if you're auditioning
and things. Keeping in shape.”
                “Looks
like you're doing OK to me.”
                “Thanks
to the Blue Towers.”
                “Well,”
he says. “Will you be working out tomorrow?”
                “That
depends on how my quads feel,” I say.
                “For
my sake,” he says. “I hope they feel better very soon. Or at least before I fly
back to the city. It’ll be nice to have something to look forward to while
working out at the gym.”
                “I'll
be sure to let them know.”
                And
with that, I grab my gym bag and head out.
                I
sit for a while in my room after I shower, thinking about his smile, his easy
charm. His golden eyes, and how they were so clear, so bright, so honest. How
nice it would be, I think, to be with a man like that, to flirt, to laugh, to
joke, to never have to explain. A world I might have belonged to, once upon a
time. But with a heavy heart, it hits me: so violently I have to stop the tears
springing to my eyes.
                That's
not my world anymore. And to tell the truth, I don't know if it ever will be
again.

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
                T he next few days, I find it difficult to
concentrate. I have too much on my mind to focus on anything, least of all the
approaching date with Mr. X. I tell myself that I get one shot at this guy – so
I'd better blow his mind. Among other things, I think, nervously. The truth is,
I don't know how to do too many of those other things. Aside from a few
drunken fumbles here and there, my experience with Terrence is all I have. And
while I know I enjoyed it, there's a part of me that still worries about my own
skills. I know the scientific basics of the male anatomy, and I've figured out
a few more tips and tricks from my time with Terrence, but I still don't know
half of what a guy like Mr. X. might expect.
                I
think back to Rita, to the time I spent with her. Anything she said to me that
might help me better prepare for what comes next.
                “ Oh,
you know. ” I remember her smile, the glitter in her eyes as she sailed in
one morning from one of her regular “dates.” “He's a very special man.
And he shows me things...”
                I
remember how curious I was, not wanting to seem too naïve, not wanting to ask
too many questions. I remember how I tried to ask what it was like without
coming across like some little inexperienced co-ed.
                “What
kind of things?”
                “I
mean, sex – I always thought it was