| �Oh my God, Brian, check out those girls that just walked in,� Nick said, slapping Brian�s arm. �I see them. What�s so special?� �That black hair one.� �Okay. And?� �I want her.� �You�re funny Nick,� AJ said, walking up behind Nick. �And how are you going to impress her?� Megan, AJ�s girlfriend asked. �By my good looks, my charm, my name.� �Not! Don�t even try it�.� Jennifer, Howie�s girlfriend, stared saying. �You guys, that�s Theresa, editor of the hit magazine. She�s going to make Nick look like a fool,� Jennifer finished. �Woah, which magazine?� Brian asked. �ICE. She�s not going to be impressed,� Jennifer answered. I laughed at my friend and saw someone heading through the crowd in my direction. �Who�s that?� one of my friends asked. �Nick Carter,� I answered. �From the Backstreet Boys?� �The one and only.� �Hey ladies,� Nick said with that charming smile. My friends all smiled at him. �Can I join you?� �It�s a free country,� I said. �That is is. Which would allow me to say that you are one of the most beauitful woman I�ve ever seen.� �Yes, you are allowed to say that. Doesn�t mean I have to believe it.� �True. So, what�s your name?� �Theresa.� �Theresa, it�s truly my pleasure. By the way, I�m Nick,� he said, kissing my hand. �Nick?� �Yes, Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.� �And?� �Well, I mean, it doesn�t matter.� �No, it doesn�t. Let me tell you Nick, I meet famous people all the time. So, if you�re trying to get with me, this way is not impressing me.� I smiled and quickly left the table. I told my friends I was tired and heading out. I walked out the door and felt someone grab my arm. �Need a lift home?� Nick asked. �No. I can walk.� �My Benz is right over there. It has the latest tech equipment plus a bumping system.� �Whatever. I�d still prefer to walk. Thank you.� I quickly tore off to my house, not once glancing back. �ICE Magazine, Theresa here, how can I help you?� �Theresa, this is Nick.� �How did you knw I worked here?� �I asked around. Can I please take you out to lunch?� �Fine. When?� �Are you free today?� �Yes.� �Great, I�ll pick you up at 11:45, okay?� �Sure, that�s fine. Bye.� I quickly hung up the phone and went back to work. I glanced up at my door and saw my secretary standing there. �Sorry, but Nick is here.� �Thanks. Show him in.� A few moments later, Nick walked in. �Are you ready?� �Yeah.� I put my paper�s away and grabbed my purse. �Where are we off to?� �Valentino�s.� �But�my lunch break isn�t that long.� �I pulled a few strings and told them you were taking the rest of the day off.� �You did what?� �It was quite easy, since I am Nick.� I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. �Let me point something out to you, NICK! I don�t get impressed by money, or fame, or even looks. All you have done is turned me off. I don�t know why you think I would like that, but to impress me, be yourself. And if that�s the way you really are, forget ever talking to me again.� �But�� �No but�s Nick. Get out.� I turned my back and walked back into my office. I stayed late at the office and as I walked out, I saw a white Benz sitting there. I walked over and knocked on the window. �Wake up Nick!� �Oh, I was just making sure you gout out okay.� �That�s sweet. Thank you.� �I thought about what you said and I�m sorry. I know I came off as a conceited bastard.� �Yes, you did.� �And I�m sorry. That�s truly not me.� �I know that.� �How?� �I own ICE magazine. I do read the articles you know.� �Of course. I would like to take you out.� �And I would really like that.� �Can I offer you a lift home?� I looked at him, than at his car. �You can walk me home.� He quickly agreed and started walking me home. We talked about everything and I enjoyed his company. And we stood at my door, smiling at each other. �Can I give you a kiss?� �You better.� He leaned in and ever so softly, he brushed his lips against mine and it made me long for more. �Everything I did before, why did it turn you off?� �I�m not like that Nick. That�s just�I mean, �that don�t impress me much�.� |
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