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I roll my eyes. “Oh right.Duh.”
Emma glances at the digital clock on my bedside table, then reaches for the remote control to my TV. “It’s 2.59. TMZ comes on at 3. Yourincidentis bound to be their topstory.”
With the remote in hand, Emma un-pausesPretty Little Liarsand scrolls down the channel program guide to TMZ. Sure enough, their lead story is me and Antonio Michaels on theMetro.
Great. What’s next? I’ll get struck bylightning?
Like a groupie, Emma becomes fixated on the popular gossip TV show, now reporting on me as the mystery bombshell potty mouth. I turn over on my side, pulling the cover up over my head as if the thin sheet is enough to shield my trivialembarrassment.
All I wanted was a chance at a job with a well-known lingerie company in hopes that someday I’d be able to share and implement the designs of my very own lingerieline.
But that opportunity has been neglectfully thrust out the window, now lavishly flowing in the wind, off to who-the-fuck-knows-or-even-cares-whereland.
I’ll get over it. I alwaysdo.
Emma squeals, shakes the side of my hip, and yanks the cover from off my head. “Look, D! A live TMZ crew has caught up with Antonio. Just look at him. He’s soyummy!”
I turn to watch the TV and just like Emma squealed about, TMZ seems to be following Antonio Michaels as he exits his officebuilding.
And yes. Admittedly he is lookingabsolutelyyummy.
But he’s still a jerk. A yummyjerk.
Emma turns up the volume, and I can’t help but sit up, now becoming fully hooked on what’sunfolding.
“Mr. Michaels,” a TMZ reporter callsout.
The camera swiftly zooms in on the reporter as he gallops toward the lingerie empireCEO.
Acting as though rightfully determined, the popular TMZ reporter shoves a microphone in Antonio’s face. “Please tell us what you know about the woman on the train. Is she some sort of acquaintance of yours? A scorned ex-girlfriend,perhaps?”
Antonio snickers as his lips curve into a sportive grin. “All I can say is I too am fervently trying to find the mystery woman, so if you guys happen to bump into her, please feel free to let me know.” He chuckles and appears to look directly into the lens of the camera. Producing what is unarguably a flirtatious gleam, he candidly blasts to all TV viewers, “Miss Potty Mouth, if you happen to be watching this, I’d still like to continue with that interview. Seems as though you could very well be just what I’ve been searching for—a no-holds-barredfireball.”
And just as Iforecasted…
There goes that lightningstrike.
