However, realizing she is staring and stalling, she gulps some, swallowing down her shyness as she shifts on the bed, it bouncing a bit under her as she turns towards him, one leg folded somewhat under her while the other hangs over the side of the mattress, her sneaker rubbing against the floor a bit.
"You're probably wondering what I'm doing..." she says speaking softly as her brown eyes look up at him and a small smile plays upon her lips. She couldn't believe she is doing this. This would be something out of a dream for her normally. She always imagined sticking up for herself, doing the crazy stunt to get her way but to actually be doing it, that was weird. "John, I have to say yesterday you impressed me. You were right about me a lot but in many ways you were wrong. I'm not daddies little girl, I'm my own person just controlled by everyone else. I became a writer because this was my dream... journalism is my fathers path in it but personally it's not mine. The magazine is more for my best friend then for me and while everything in me wants to quit.. everything in me also adores it."
He just sits their silently, watching her. Why the confession? He was shocked for one, no chic or male, as much as he ragged have ever taken it so personal to explain. Should be scared of her endeavor? No. Or at least he isn't as he just watches her chest rise and fall in a tense yet relaxed state as oxygen fills and deflates from her lungs.
"Yesterday you had a chance to do something most people dream of... getting even with a reporter but today I get to do my job. I want to interview you and not like everyone else does. I want to write what you want people to know. If you don't want it about you ok. If you want to divulge on you ok. I just want to have something to put out in my paper and I want you to feel... at ease I guess. I'm giving you the control here because that's all I want in life. Control over me."
Grinning slightly she lowers her head in a blush. It came out so easy. She had been so scared to just come out with it all but there it was, so easy, so natural, so there.
Blinking a bit, John clears his throat as he just stares at her in some paralyzed state. Who was she? This wasn't anyone he knew yet but someone he had to know.
"Wow.." he finally gets out with a small chuckle as he grins back at her. A hand comes up, ruffling his hair as his head spins and he wonders what he really wanted. His choice, his move. If Scott heard about this he surely would freak. "Well... I want the piece to be honest for once. Don't twist what I say just... give it out in the non-selling way. Just the truth..." he says softly as he considers it, his hand leaving his head only to drop to his lap.
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With boxes surrounding her, some of them stacked upon a new desk and others on the floor and chairs, Dani stands inside her new office with a sigh. So much change, so much gone. For the last couple days all she could think about was him, her mind out in the clouds while she tries to tend with the big segment of the newspaper.
Her father and Shaunna, over a dinner meeting with herself came to the conclusion that they, NOW, needs representation in LA and since Shaunna had layouts and more of the business end while Dani did interviews with stars who mostly live in LA, moving her to the new branch out their to be in charge can only be logical.
In charge. That's a laugh however as she has to email and fax everything back to the main office. No, the office out here consist literately of her and two other employees Shaunna had hand picked. All of them over qualified and all business.
"This sucks." she mumbles under her breath as she looks out her window to see a StarBucks across the street along with a Brugers Bagels. The office couldn't be smaller, it having use to be some clothing shop. The renovations had been small with just a few walls added to make rooms. They were on a corner which is nice, giving Dani a window but all the same she wasn't thrilled. The front became a waiting room, the back had a black room added, their was a complete graphic room and a library room for reference.
"Miss Warner," said a voice, drawing her attention from her thoughts to behind her where a small redhead girl stands. The girl calling her was her new assigned assistant though Dani knows all to well she isn't needed. She was capable of doing her work on her own which she prove only to harshly a few months ago. Back with him.. John.
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Time seems to fly by for the two as they joke and laugh, both with grins and sparkles in their eyes as everything pours out. Subject after subject, rude sarcasm after flushed jokes. The two let everything go and without hesitation. For both, the experience could even surpass the pleasures of flesh as they for once, without fears, felt free to be themselves.
"Oh oh so he goes..." he says, continuing with his joke as she just sits their in admiration, listening closely as soft laughs escape her lips and she lets all her thoughts drift away. She hadn't even noticed he was drifting closer, that both of them were flirting with their bodies by leaning into each other. As it is, his hand for the last several minutes has taken up residency upon her thigh but it didn't matter nor bother her one bit.
"My god he didn't," she laughs, hearing him finish as she looks into his eyes, staring a bit while she watches his smile slowly fade and him become a bit more tense against her. Slowly, as if an instinct she begins to become quiet, her joyful giggles drifting while her smile slowly dims down, her lips becoming almost close.
He couldn't breath. It was if the air had been sucked from his lungs as he sits their, his body leaning close so their faces were only a foot apart while his hand slowly run over the top of her thigh to her waist. Some strange desire was their, one he couldn't understand then as his eyes stare down at her lips. Oh those lips... soft and smooth. Rip.. ready for the taking.
Swallowing hard, he pants slightly while he with a nervous flutter in his stomach leans in.
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Another day passes or that's what you'll hear him say if you were ever to mention his heart. Another day passes... but what could that mean? To someone else it may make no sense but to him it seemed more and more logical. With life everything passes with another day but with his heart, it holds on. It could be the sense of needing that tragedy to write or it could be his own pride and stubbornness, never willing to give up on something that didn't work but had potential to be mind blowing and what true love is made of.
However, as he travels on the road from city to city and in the air from country to country, life could only go on and to dwell on the past would be pointless. Pointless but done.
Each hotel room he would lay in bed, looking at the door, waiting to hear her yelling while coming down the hall to see him. But why? They barely knew each other and yet that one night had made him feel whole, a way he wished to feel again. Something about it had been like a drug. The idea that someone could relate and understood him. Someone didn't see him as anything but himself.
But, with that, the memory of her denial comes back. The night in the office had been wrong and right all at once. What could he do being with a reporter? After that article could he even trust her? Had she been right with what was printed?
The article hadn't by his luck caused to many problems though time to time it is still brought up for example. He actually liked it though if anyone asks he would easily lie and say it was wrong and didn't matter what she had to say. In fact though, it did matter. It mattered more then he wanted it too. How could she say that? Was that how she felt or did she like him? She did say he was an average man which was more glorifying but she had also been rude by calling him a child. What to do? What to think? The man was at a loss.