Page 13 of Never In My Wildest Dreams
“You got fired?” He asked it plainly, simply. Not a hint of judgment.
“No, nothing like that. I just needed a break. I’m not sure if I’m in the right…profession.”
“Ah, okay. A midlife crisis.”
“Awesome. I’m not your type, and I look middle-aged. You’re great for a woman’s ego.”
“I’m a total stranger. What do you care what I think?”
While he made a good point, her entire career was based on people liking her. And once they did, she had to turn fans into fanatics.That’s a lot of work.
Since paparazzi stalked her and fans recorded her in restaurant bathrooms, she had to keep fit and look her best. The one time she’d gone to the beach with friends thinking no one would recognize her, a photograph had gone viral of her with stringy hair, chapped lips, and red eyes. It was only because she’d gone swimming in the ocean, but the tabloids made up some ridiculous story about Landon leaving her for an older movie star.
“Sadly, I’m not built that way. And knowing I’m not your type makes me want to put on makeup and blow out my hair and strut around like a peacock.”
He chuckled. “I think males are the peacocks. We strut to get the attention of the sexiest hens.”
“Are you a veterinarian?”
“No.”
“A zookeeper?” she asked.
“In some ways, but no. I don’t work with four-legged animals.”
“Okay, Slick. What do you do?”
“Slick?” he asked.
“I noticed that fancy watch, the Moncler snow boots. You probably get your hair trimmed every two weeks.”
“I can stretch it to three.”
She couldn’t see his grin, obviously, but she could hear it in his voice. “A little particular, are we?”
“It grows out funny.”
“Cowlick?” she teased.
“No, I don’t have a cowlick. Look, I travel a lot, and the last thing I want to think about is my hair.”
“So, you’re a pilot?”
He chuckled. “No.”
“I don’t even want to know what you do for a living.”Because I don’t want to tell you about me.
“What do you want to know?” he asked.
“What your alter ego’s doing in his parallel life.”
“Hisparallel life?”
“Yes. It says so much more about you.”
“Okay. I’m the center forward for the Los Angeles Chargers. What about you?”
“Well, you’ve got the body for it, but think about what those cleats would do to your pedicures.”
