Chapter 11: Taking Charge

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''Shit! Ohh my god, he can't see you here. Hide in the closet or something,'' I tried to stay as quietly as I could. My agent was on the other side of the door and he usually wasn't happy about me seeing people. Thinking it would distract me from my career.

''Ughh, just coming. Let me get dressed first.'' I tried to chuckle but the panic running through me wasn't helping. I was pushing Max through to my bedroom. Where to put a fully grown man? ''In here,'' I shoved him into my en suite and shut the door behind him.

Running to the door to my suite I glanced in the mirror and saw that I was noticeably flushed. My cheeks were crimson. Fuck it. I swung open the door and plastered a smile on my face. He pushed past me and plopped down on the sofa Max and I had just been sitting on.

''Okay so lets go over the days itinerary,'' He started and began to drone on and on for what seemed like a good half and hour. What if Max had to be somewhere? I wasn't listening to a word Tony was saying but instead was considering everything that had happened before he arrived. We kissed for sure but only lightly and the looks were exchanging were undeniable.

''Marissa darling, are you listening?'' I was brought out my trance by his highly annoying voice.

''What? Yeah, of course,'' I tried to be as convincing as possibly but I wasn't sure he buying it by the look on his face.

''What color have you decided?'' Ohh shit.

''Umm, blue?''

''Blue?'' Crap.

''No black,'' I hoped this was the answer he was looking for or I'd be going through all the colors of the rainbow.

''Much better, now can I use your bathroom?'' He asked a question but didn't wait for the answer as he started moving towards my bedroom and the en suite where Max was hiding. I ran on ahead and just as he reached the door I dived in front of him.

''Toilets broken, sorry.'' I was never any good at lying but usually my natural talent for acting came through and saved the day.

''Ohh,'' His mouth shaped into the sound he was making. ''Okay then I'll see you in an hour, I'll just show myself out.'' I think he now thought I was little crazy with my diving stunt. I still had no idea about my plans for the day but I was sure I could remember him leaving a list of everything on the coffee table.

I swung open the door of the bathroom and saw Max sitting on the floor, his back up against the wall, reading Vogue. He glanced above the magazine and grinned a cheeky little smile.

''I didn't know turquoise was the color for the season, must bear it in mind next time I go shopping, '' I couldn't help but laugh at him. He was so immature but in such sweet way. ''I should probably go, I have practice in half an hour,'' He stood up and brushed of his jeans and checked shirt, I was sure only he could pull something like that off.

''I was worried, that you had to be somewhere.'' I smiled weakly, thought of earlier still running though my head. ''Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?'' The words were out my mouth before I could stop them. I never asked guys out but this time I appeared to be taking charge. A new me perhaps?

''Wow, I usually alway have to ask but yeah. I'd like that.'' He started. ''But as long as I pick you up, you know thats the guy, ughh, thing to do.'' He let out yet another nervous laugh. What is with this guy? He's got a rep for being a womanizer so whats the deal?

We got to the door and both of just stood there awkwardly. This time though he took charge. He put a hand on either side of my hips and brought me swiftly towards him. Moving his hands up to the side of my head, he looked at me with unmistakable desire before pressing his lips to mine in a searing hot kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip, me granting him entrance easily. Then he pulled away, smiled and walked out the door. Leaving me wanting so much more.

Knock

Knock

Knock

I opened the door to see Leo looking like an excited teenager. Sometimes I swear there's something wrong with this man.

''Well what happened? I saw him leaving your room,'' He sounded like a woman. An eager little puppy. He wanted to know about my escapades more than likely because he wasn't getting any himself.

''Come in and I'll tell you,'' I laughed and couldn't help but smile as I placed a hand to my lips still feeling the tingles that Max had left. Maybe I need a little romance.

Chapter 10: The Moment

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No it can't be, he can't be gone.

''I'm sorry darling but he passed away a few hours ago, we didn't want to wake you.''

No! No, this was never supposed to happen!

I woke to a familiar smell. One of eggs, bacon and orange juice. Wanting to savor my last moments of sleep I didn't bother opening my eyes. Then I felt the bed shift and my eyes darted open.

''Hey sleep head,'' He smiled as I mentally worked out how the hell he could of gotten in here, the security is meant to be patrolling the lobby.

''How the fuck did you get in here!'' I shouted as I gathered up the bed clothes wrapping them around my semi-naked body and moving off the bed.

''Relax, don't worry. I know the receptionist, she gave me a key. I just figured you could use some cheering up after last night.'' He started the puppy dog eyes but I'd be damned if I let him get round me that easily.

''You can't just come in here, what if I'd been naked!'' I said a little confused the more I thought about what his intentions could be.

''Well them all the more fun for me. Come on, calm down I was only being thoughtful,'' He continued on.

''What's that smell?'' I snapped as my senses came back to me.

''Through in the living room, I ordered breakfast,'' He grinned like he had just won a prize.

I shuffled as best I could through to the lounge area my suite had and was amazed at the amount of food that was laid out on the glass table that sat in between the two cream couches. Everything I could ever of imagined sat steaming hot, he must of ordered the whole breakfast menu.

''I didn't know what you liked so I just decided to order what I like which is pretty much everything,'' He chuckled a little before moving round beside me and sliding an arm around my waist.

''Umm, I think I'm just gonna jump in a quick shower, won't be long,'' I felt a little uncomfortable with bed head hair and very little on, especially with him standing so close to me.

I jumped in the shower still trying to process everything. I figured I should call my therapist now that my nightmares were returning, it hadn't happened in a long while and we had discovered that it was only when I was emotional that they occurred but it could wait for now. I was more concerned about the large hockey player currently sitting on my couch, wondering the hell he would even think to come here, let along bring me breakfast. Men their worse than us women.

I decided just to slip on some shorts and a white tank top, blast my hair with the dryer and not really bother with how I looked. He was cute though, so maybe I should make a little effort. Just as I reached the door I darted back and dabbed some make up on my cheeks. Why on earth am I doing this?

''I started but don't worry I left plenty for you,'' All of sudden he seemed quite nervous as I sat down beside him giving him a small smile.

As we ate I studied him, he really was quite handsome. A little rough around the edges but I didn't want perfection. Perfections just boring. You don't need a man or a relationship, your independent. I tried feeding myself a big fat lie but everything ended up at his eyes, they were so understated. Every time I thought about something or tried to distract myself I looked at them and felt completely under his spell.

I was still quite mad at him for just assuming I would be okay with him just waltzing into my room but as he turned and held gaze all the rage suddenly left my body leaving me feeling slightly weak and with a feeling I was unaccustomed to.

He slid closer to where I was sitting, still peering deep in my eyes. Lifting his hand to sweep a stray strand of hair from face. The pad of his thumb rubbed along my cheek, drawing me into his touch. ''Your so beautiful,'' he whispered as leaned in, I felt his hot breath on my lips and shut my eyes. His lips touched mine ever so softly.

''Marissa, you awake,'' A banging came on the door, pulling us out of our moment. Damn.

Chapter 9: Dinner

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I started to compose myself, wondering how many people would notice when I made my exit from the coat closet. Yep, people do it all the time. I stifled a laugh. I carefully opened the door and darted out, hoping if I did it quickly maybe nobody would notice and I was right, only the unsuspecting diners at the table across from the closet were a little startled.

I strode confidently over to the table where everyone was sitting, only too aware of the fact that I was gathering glances from around the restaurant. I smiled looking around and saw that the only seat left was next to him.

''I hope you don't mind sitting next to Max,'' Leo said with a smirk on his face. He had planned this, I knew it. I made a little reminder in my head that I had to bring it up with him later, although I knew he'd flat out deny it.

''No, not at all,'' I said as I walked round to the other side of the table and took my seat in between Max and another unfamiliar face. I assumed he was a player by the way he was dressed, with the tell tale penguins hat sitting backwards on his head.

The waitress came and took our orders a little to quickly for my liking, she made double, no triple glances at Max and as she began to walk away I saw her turn in our direction. ''Hi, Max.'' she said in one of those sweet little voices that always made my ears burn.

''Hey - Cindy right?'' A little grin spread across his feature which I noted gave him two little dimples on either cheek. I'd always loved dimples.

''Carla,'' She replied still smiling. I got the feeling of the nature of their relationship. A one-nighter maybe? Just one date? I wasn't quite sure but I sensed a bit of tension coming from Max.

Dinner came and we all made the usual small talk. I was ravenous and quickly ate up anything that was put in front me, in the most graceful way of course. By the time dessert had come and gone I was sure I had put on at least 4 pounds, I silently laughed as I thought about how much four pounds in the fashion world, there would probably be an article at some point questioning whether I was pregnant? That was one of the down sides to fame.

We ordered some more drinks and as people began to become a little tipsy, the mood lightened and jokes started pouring from mouths. I sipped on my martini, carefully stealing glances of Max whenever I could. He was cute, maybe even hot. I was engrossed in conversation with the man sitting next to me on my left side, whom I'd figured out was named Kris. He, like Max also had an accent- French? I thought. We had started talking about cars, something that had always been a passion of mine when I felt a hand on my knee, I stayed very still. It crept up my leg until it reached the hem of my dress and then I stopped and pulled at my dress. I jumped up.

''Yes, well I think I need a drink,'' I said a little giggly and realized who ridiculous it sounded when I already had a perfectly good martini in front of me.

I walked over to the bar and ordered my drink and the barman began talking to me. Which to be quite honest started making me feel uncomfortable when I decided he in fact hitting on me. He wasn't pretty, know what I mean? Was this really the type of man I was attracting these days?

''I get off in 10 minutes, fancy going for a walk?'' He winked at me and I felt a little freaked out by him.

''Hey babe, I think it's time we get going.'' I felt an arm slide around my waist and I looked to my right and saw Max standing beside me. The barman had swiftly wiped the smirk off of his face and was now glancing nervously at me. ''Yeah,'' I said, making sure I followed his lead.

We walked out to his car and somehow managed to by pass the photographer's that were waiting at the side thinking we would try to use the side door. I sat a little speechless in the passenger's seat. ''I over heard your conversation back there, figured you needed some help getting out of that,'' He laughed nervously. ''Yeah, he was a bit of a creep,'' I whispered, unsure of what to say. He drove me back to my hotel and stopped outside, I wondered what to do but he made the move for me, kissing me tenderly on the cheek and I hopped silently out of the car. I made it to the lobby when I heard my phone.

''Breakfast tomorrow?''

Chapter 8: Just Checking

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I looked at him trying to work out what I should do in this situation. I could either run or stay put and pray he doesn’t say anything. I couldn't pry my eyes from his and he just stood on the other side of the room looking at me as if he could see right through me. Hang on a minute, am I letting myself - a strong independent woman be reduced to melting mess? I don’t think so. I wasn’t about to let him see that I was a little fazed by him. I marched over to where he was standing.

‘’Marissa Jones,’’ I said while extending my hand, trying to gauge his reaction. I could tell he was surprised by the look on his face.

‘’Max Talbot,’’ He said in reply while grabbing my hand and shaking it firmly. ‘’I heard you were coming, it’s very nice to meet you.’’ He continued, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

I scanned his face for any signs of what he was planning next - nothing. He looked down at our hands which were still gripping each other, let out a small laugh, let go and turned back around -finishing off whatever he was doing beforehand. Well I wasn't expecting that. I was sure he was going to say something - just a little quip or a comment to set tongues wagging. But no, not a thing.

''Marissa, we'd like to take a few photo's before we head out to dinner with the team. So could you get beside Sid,'' I retreated to the safety of my entourage and did as I was told, I was never one to make a big fuss about a few pictures. I didn't really care how I looked.

We snapped some pics with 'the superstar' and some of the other players on the team. I smiled most of the time and pulled a few poses to keep it a little interesting. Before I knew it we were being bundled into the back of another SUV with blacked out windows. Ehh, what going here? ''I think you should change into something a little more dressed up, you can't go to a fancy restaurant with jeans on.'' My agent answered my question, personally I couldn't see a problem with what I was wearing but I'd change quickly and get it over with.

I rushed into my room and pulled out a monochrome mini dress and a pair of simple black Jimmy Choos, lifted a black clutch and fluffed my hair. http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/45096. I bypassed the mirror, sometimes they only made me self conscious.

Slipping into the up market restaurant mostly unseen. I clocked the large table of men at the far end of the room. I started to move but before I could go anywhere I felt a pulling on my wrist and stumbled into what I could only assume was the cloak room. I was spun around and I noticed someone kneeling at my feet and a small light, coming from a phone. Fingers ran over the calf with the number on it and finally whoever it was stood up to face me.

''Just making sure.'' Then he turned and left, leaving me standing there.

Chapter 7: Ohh The Energy

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The following day was spent doing press conferences and interviews. Repeating the same rehearsed lines over and over again. My publicist tells me what to say and I ramble on about how I adored working with Leo - which I suppose isn't a lie. How I loved working with the director - which is most definitely a lie. And finally how great the film is - which I don't even know becauase I haven't seen it.

What the hell do I wear to a hockey game? I wonder as I stand infront of my wardrobe pulling out random pieces of clothing. The maid had unpacked my case the day before, something I had told her I would do myself but she insisted - simply because I'm famous which I hate. It's not like I have some disability, I'm perfectly capable of hanging a few clothes on hangers and folding some of them and putting them in a drawer. People don't appreciate how hard hotel staff work to please the customers.

I know I need to be glamorous but casual. For big events I have a stylist but for daily life, I'm on my own. I finally decide on a pair of skinny jeans - I wear them religiously. A black v-neck sweater - I decide to put a white tank top under to stop everyone getting a very good look of the girls. A little bit of cleavage still on show, I slip on a pair of classic pair of black louboutin heels. I know we'll be sitting with the crowd and it'll be cold so I grab a jacket from a hanger and slip it on. Theres a knock on the door just as I go to open it for myself.

''Alright sweetheart, let's knock him dead.'' Leo says with a massive grin on his face, I confided him about that I was almost 100% sure that Max played for the Penguins. ''You look great by the way,'' He whispers in my ear as we make our way into the black SUV that's waiting for us at the entrance to the hotel.

We manage to get to our seats with being hassled to much and to make us look even more common we get hotdogs and beer so that we fit in with the crowd. I feel comfortable because the atmosphere is buzzing, everyones hoping for a win and deep down I know that's what we'll get.

The game starts and the three girls below me start to chatter on about the players. The go through a couple, discussing how hot they are or the rumours they've heard about them being a little on the promiscuous side. I let out a little giggle and they turn to look at me and I immediately straighten my face. I wonder . . .

''Hey, you girls wouldn't happen to know if someone called Max plays for the team?'' I ask the blonde one who has obviously caked her face in make up or fake tan.

''Max Talbot? OHH MY GOD! He is so fucking hot!'' She screams. Great, a burst ear drum thats all I need. I smile to myself.

''So ehh, what do you know about him?'' I ask gingerly, worried about what's going to come out of her mouth.

''He's a sex god! My friend once fucked him and she said that his stamina never faltered, his energy was amazing! Know what I mean?'' She said with a wink. I burst out laughing - maybe this guy was worth calling even if only for a little fun.

''Thanks,'' I said grinning as the girls turned their eyes back towards the game that eventually we won 3-2, I think.

We were brought down into the locker room and introduced to some of the player, we stopped at whom I assumed was the captain because of the rather large 'C' that was imprinted on his jersey.

''This is Sidney Crosby,'' The steward said quietly as if he was saying something he shouldn't.

Hmm, why does that name ring a bell, then it came to me. Amanda. I burst out laughing, my cheeks glowing red at the words she said. Then I saw those eyes looking at me. Damn, this was about to get interesting.

Chapter 6: The Review

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20,000 feet above ground level, I sat on a reclining arm chair deciding whether I should write down the number on my calve before it washes off but writing it down also begs the question; should I call him? On the other hand I could simply ignore it and eventually those black numbers would fade away and I could get on with my life.

''Somethings wrong, I can tell.'' Leo stated as he sat down on the chair on other side of the table I was sitting at. We had been working together for the last year, during that time we had become close, no not in the way most of you are thinking but in the way that we could both pick up each others vibes and had a knack of knowing when something was wrong with the other and this time was no different.

''Long story. Just a guy well I'm not really sure why I'm bothered since I can barely remember meeting him,'' I said in reply knowing he would probably keep probing me until I told him the full story.

''I've got the time, now spill it.'' So I re-told the events of the previous evening, enjoying the faces he pulled as I did so. Leo wasn't much of a partier, small things shocked him. I finished by telling him about my tequila induced memory loss and how I'd found 'Max's' number on my calve.

''You should call him. He 'gave' you his number for a reason and it wasn't just for fun.'' He said once I had stopped talking. Still I wasn't convinced. This guy was apparently a hockey player and I had heard stories about his kind. I wasn't up for just another fling.

I left it at that. I mulled over my options until my agent sat down on the only free seat remaining. He babbled about our shedule for the next few days, I didn't pay much attention - I never did.

''Tomorrow night we're going to a hockey game. Just to show the press that you guys like to have fun like normal people. You'll get to meet the players and everything.'' Okay so that got my attention.

I began working things out silently in my head. If we were going to Pittsburgh and assuming there was only one hockey team worth watching, I also distinctly remembered Katie mentioning that it was the ''Pittsburgh Penguins'' that were in town. I did my calculations and came to a conclusion: Ohh, Shit.

Chapter 5: The Lunch

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I finished drying my hair still trying to recall last nights events but my memories evaded me. I slipped on a pair of a dark skinny jeans, a grey Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt and a long navy cardigan. I was definitely feeling the effects of last night. I fastened the buckle of my silver gladiator sandals - I was feeling a mix of hot and cold at the moment. I hope I'm not coming down with something. I shuffled to my wardrobe pulling out a silver Mulberry tote, I stuffed all my useless junk in it and grabbed my black ray-bans as I walked out the door.

I got to the entrance of the Crowne Plaza as I stepped out the door, the sunlight hit me and made my blinding headache even worse. I rumbled around my hand bag trying to find the sunglasses I had only just put in. Ughh, ever find that you have so much stuff in your bag you can't even find a single thing? Ohh look, an apple! Finally! I thought as I eventually found them and slid them over my straining eyes. I strolled the 3 blocks to our usual Starbucks and glanced through the glass exterior to see Amanda with a book one hand and a coffee in the other. At the table sat another cup, Ohh Amanda, ever the thought full one.

''Hey girlie, what happened to you last night?'' She said as I gingerly sat down at the table, silently cursing her for being so loud. Thinking about it, she could be whispering and it would still sound louder than a fighter jet.

''Yeah well, I was hoping you could maybe help me on that one because I seem to draw a blank every time I try,'' I replied hoping terribly that she would at least unlock a memory bank that would help me remember some of the night before.

''Well you met that gorgeous guy who knocked you over in the restaurant and you pretty much made it clear that you weren't interested in anyone else but I'm not surprised you can't remember because you were knocking back Tequila like there was no tomorrow. I found myself a cute brown haired guy to go home with and I just assumed that the cutie from dinner had made sure you got home safely. I mean he didn't seem like a creeper but are you okay?'' She asked with a concerned tone in her voice.

''Eh yeah, I'm fine. Just got a major hangover. I think he must of just got me to my room and then left but he did leave me this though,'' I bent down and rolled up the bottom of the leg of my jean and showed her the number.

''Aww, that is too cute. You should definitely call him, well only if you want to obviously. If you don't then I will.'' She said jokingly but knowing Amanda I knew she probably would if she was pushed.

She let the subject drop after that and filled me in on the guy she had taken home the night before and then she used a particularly hilarious quote to sum up him up, ''When Sid colours he uses every crayon in his box''. That was it, I burst out laughing and I honestly didn't care that I was getting looks from the entire cafe, I instantly felt better. I guess laughter really is the best medicine. I felt a vibration against my foot and picked up my bag and found my cell phone in a small pocket. I looked at the caller id, it was my agent.

''Sweetie I really have to take this call and I should probably get going as well,'' I said getting up from the table.

''Sure babe, see you soon!'' She called as I began walking out of the coffee shop. I pressed accept on the touch screen on my cell phone.

''Marissa darling, we need you and Leo in Pittsburgh tonight for a meet and greet to promote the new movie, m'kay?'' Ughhh! George always does this, calls me at the last minute and tells me I need to be somewhere. Can't he understand that I might actually have plans, I don't but still.

''Hello to you too. Yeah, okay just send a car for me at the hotel in an hour or something. Bye!'' I said cutting him off before he could start ranting at me about something I had done wrong or about how ungrateful I am. With the cut he's getting from my pay check he should be thanking me. I sighed heavily, I guess I better get packing then.

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Chapter 4: The Number.

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I opened my weighted eyelids to the warm sunlight pouring in from the window in my hotel room. I began to try to sit up, but as I raised my head and torso from the bed sheets, the room began to spin. Hangover - brilliant. Hang on a minute- what the hell happened last night? The last thing I remember was downing a shot of tequila and after that - nothing. How did I get back to my hotel? Shit, Max! Dear God, please don't let me of slept with him. I looked down at my half naked body, I was left in my bra and panties, surely if I can't remember anything then I can't of been in a sober enough state to undress myself, someone must of done it for me. I turn my head cautiously to the side of my bed and catch a glimpse of my mobile sitting on the edge of the wooden bedside table. Taking a hold of it and lighting up the screen, I have 6 missed calls - 4 from Amanda, the other 2 from Serena. Well that counts them out, they definitely wouldn't of called that many times had they of taken me home. So that leaves either Katie or this Max person. I know nothing about this guy, well at least I think I don't anyway. I make my way down my contacts list and land on Amanda and press the centre button that says call.



''Hello?'' I say, knowing that she'll more than likely be bright and breezy this morning - she's weird like that.



''Marissa, I've been trying to call you all morning. Breakfast at Starbucks in a half hour? You can explain what happened then, haha.'' She said and laughed in her usual giddy tone.



''Ehh yeah, okay.'' I replied wondering if she could tell me anymore than I already knew.



I slowly rose from the bed and made my way at a glacial pace into the bathroom, grabbing two advil from my purse on the way there. I took a glass from the shelf above the sink, holding it up to the light to make sure it was clean. Even in the state I was in, it was a ritual that needed to be performed no matter the circumstances. I let the water run until it was as cold as ice and filled my glass full to the narrowly curving brim. Taking the pills in my mouth and swallowing them quickly, I began to drink the rest of the water, praying it would somehow help my awful hangover.


I decided that I was in desperate need of a shower, I removed the rest of the clothing I had left. Turned the shower on and stepped in, just letting the warm water run over my body. I reached for the shampoo and that's when I noticed it. Written in small numbers on my calf. It was obviously a phone number, I inspected it closely and then I saw just after the number, a hyphen and then a name -Max. Surprisingly I found myself smiling. Why?

Chapter 3: Mmmm....

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None of us questioned Katie's remark about Max, we knew better not too. In the one event when we did ask her about a guy, she told us exactly how she knew him. From that point on neither of us wanted to know about Katie's escapades, we knew we'd only end up worrying about her more than we already do. Instead the three of us exchanged the usual look, the one that says: lets not go there tonight.



''What?'' Katie said as she caught our eyes darting towards each other.


''Nothing,'' We spoke unanimously and began to laugh as we realised how strange we all must of sounded.



The rest of our dinner went like clockwork. Each of us discussing the gossip we had all heard during our time apart - deciding whether it was the truth or all lies. Trading stories about the guys we had hooked up with, ofcourse I was my usual ''I'm permanently single'' self. To which the girls all told me ''The right one will come along soon''. They had been telling me this for last four years, with breaks inbetween for which ever asshole I happened to be seeing that week. Along with my thoughts about how I scared men off with my confidence and intelligence, I also wondered about whether on the file that all directors have about each actor or actress they have worked with, I figured mine must have, Marissa Jones: Destined To A Life With Her Cats, that's why I get all the parts, they must feel sorry me. I expressed my concerns with my friends who ofcourse said this was absolute rubbish. I agreed with them but in the back of my mind a little voice said they were wrong.



''Lets go to a club!'' Katie said as we payed for the evenings food and drinks. I wasn't really in the mood to go out but I didn't want to disappoint the others, I had bored them enough with my cat lady stories, time for some real fun.


''Definately.'' I tried to make it sound like I actually wanted to go but I'm not sure they were convinced as I caught Amanda sneaking a tell tale look to Serena.


We hailed a cab which smelled mildly like cheese but lets not go into what goes on these cabs. Katie gave the driver directions. As we sat in the many queues of traffic around the city, I began to think. Yes, I know me thinking is never a good thing. Tonight I was just going to let my hair down, I wasn't going to be picky, I was going to have a good time, No! Make that an amazing time! After at least 25 minutes of sitting in the same line of traffic that clearly wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, we decided just to pay the guy and walk the two blocks to the club. It was time for me to use my celebrity status. I let the photographers take a few pictures and then I turned my attention to the bouncer. He was a big burly man with a black jacket and an overly large nose, but he also had a list. The man with the list was who I wanted to see. This time however I didn't have to say a word he simply opened the door and inward we went. Sometimes it pays to be have a well known face.



After a few rounds of drinks I was most definately ready to dance, the four of us took to the dance floor and pretty soon I was dancing with numerous guys. Sorry I forgot to add there, numerous freaking HOT guys. I had turned my back and was grinding up against someone when I sensed a change of hands. I began to smell something that was turning me on extremely quickly. I felt big hands on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to his body. I straightened up and he moved a hand away from my right hip, brushed the hair away from neck and kissed the join where it met my shoulder. I moaned quietly. I turned and saw those plain brown eyes staring back at me again.


''I was hoping I'd see you again,'' He brought me closer than I thought was physically possible and whispered softly in my ear. My body shuddering at the feeling of his hot breath on my skin.

Chapter 2: A Knock Out

I love getting comments, they really make me want to write more :-) So I decided to just post the next chapter tonight since I'm buzzing, Jessie will know why :-D









As the afternoon wore on, I decided I should probably just head back to my hotel. I walked the same streets I had walked my whole life and it still amazed me, the city in all it's boldness. The architecture, the people, the general buzz. I was born and bred right here in New York City. Just my mom and me in a 2 bedroom apartment in Manhattan, yes believe it or not middle class people actually live in Manhattan. Somehow it gets a reputation as being full of wealthy socialites but honestly some hard working people own apartments and houses there. My mother and father seperated when I was younger, nothing dramatic ever happened - they just didn't work out. There was no nasty divorce, no loud arguements and nothing thrown at anyones head. Their still on good terms, for me but mostly because before they married they were friends and friendship is the base for any marriage. The Crowne Plaza is situated on Times Square, I walked into the lobby to find a bus load of men all standing at reception, thinking nothing of it I got in the elevator, made my way to my room and subsequently fell asleep on my wonderfully confortable king size bed.




Meowwww, Meowwww. Effing cats! Yep, I even get to keep my cats in my room, they're house cats incase you were wondering. I woke up to a cat stamping across my chest, quite obviously looking for food - Whiska's is all they'll eat. I checked the time, 5:07pm. Perfect timing. I hopped into the shower. Water- now thats an amazing thing, dontcha think? I wrapped a towel around myself, walked into the bedroom and stood infront of the mirror. Not bad actually. I put on a robe, plugged in my hair dryer and blasted my hair, I wasn't too bothered about looking absolutely stunning. I let it fall in its blonde waves, it stopped mid-way down my back. I had considered getting electric blue through it just to be a little different, know what I mean? I sweeped my side fringe to side, running my hands through my hair. I slipped on a purple strapless mini dress from Marchesa, tan coloured Jimmy Choo heels and quickly grabbed a little gold clutch bag from my night stand on my way out the door.



I walked casually through the lobby, I was bound to get noticed. My names Marissa Jones. I've been in a few films- that new one with Leo DiCaprio, ring any bells? Anyway I continued into the restaurant in the far corner, through the double doors and I stopped, swept the room looking for my girls. There they were right in the centre, waving like blithering idiots. All three of them were my saviours on days like these when I felt awful. Amanda, the vice president of some big ass investment company. Always has her iphone with her, it does not go further than 4 feet from her palm. When she lets her hair down she does it with style. Serena, the artist. Her flame coloured locks stood out a mile off, she was always creating new things whether it be on canvas or on the corner of a napkin. But what stands out most about her is her sense of humour, she's always cracking jokes to lighten the mood. Katie, the sex symbol of the four of us. She can make any man go to bed with her. She's elegant but flirtacious and most definately a tease. I'm almost sure she does it without even noticing.



I started to make my way over to the table when I caught someone out of the corner of my eye headed towards me from my right. They walked into me, knocking from my feet and onto the ground. Instictively I grabbed onto whoever it was, taking them to the deck with me. I opened my closed blue eyes to plain brown ones and a man with the cheekiest grin on his face.



''Hey,'' He said as if we were meeting casually and not as if he was laying on top of me, crushing me. Did he actually think I was up for a conversation with him?



Before I had to come up with a witty comeback, his arms were around me lifting me back onto my feet. I looked at him with his cute little grin and his black rimmed glasses. I ran my gaze over his body. Shit, stop checking him out. My gaze stopped at his abs which were quite clearly outlined by the shirt he was wearing. Ohh shit, did it again! I looked at his face which was now plastered with an even bigger grin.



''Max! Lets go, Now!'' I heard a baritone voice call from the lobby. I turned to see a tall blonde man with a disgusted look on his face.

''Bye beautiful,'' The man whos name was now obviously Max said as he began walking. I followed him as he strolled to where a group of men were standing. He turned and looked back and winked at me still with a cheeky grin on his face.



I sat down at my table and was bombarded with questions, what happened? What did he say? Then Katie held her hand infront of her as notice that the other two should stop talking immediately.


''So Max Talbot ehh, must mean the Penguins are in town,'' She said with a devilish grin on her face.

Chapter 1: The Chat Show

''So Marissa hows life in your new apartment?'' The talk show host questioned. All anyone asked me was questions. My love life, my friends, my career, my houses but none of them ever asked how I was, how I felt. It had always annoyed but as the studio lights blinded me I held my tongue once more.


''Well Frank, life in the big city is as busy as always, my new apartments coming along great. I'm having Henry Holland decorate it for me, so I can't wait for it to be finished. Right now I'm actually staying in Crowne Plaza, it's a little strange living in a hotel but the room service is great!'' I replied with a big smile on my face. The audience began laughing at my little joke at the end. It always amazed me how in my head I would be thinking one thing and I would start saying another. I was always trying to please everyone.


''Still single?'' He said with a little smirk on his face. That's great, embaress me about my permanantly single status infront on live television. I know he doesn't decide what questions have to be asked but he could of had a heart and 'accidently' left that one out.


''Yeah, it's really hard to find the right guy in this city. Half of them are married and the rest are only after one thing. I'm still looking though.'' I replied. The truth was I was kind of hoping that one day I would stumble across Mr Right and we would live happily ever after. No such luck.


Here I was, 22, living alone in New York, well all except for my 2 cats, Mindy and Zelda but they're not big on the talking front. Two Oscars and 1 Golden Globe under my belt. An apartment in the Trump Towers, a house in the Hamptons and yet still no decent man in my life. My assistant Craig is constantly by my side, even he's had more boyfriends than I have! Ofcourse I'd had boyfriends, three male models, and one egotistical actor. That's the final count. My days were filled with gorgeous men, at the gym, on set, in stores and even just walking down the street. I was confident and hungry for success and I worked hard to get where I am now. After many conversations with Craig I finally decided that I scared men away because I wasn't one of those women who needed security and wanted protection. I wasn't afraid to speak my mind about issues, I figured I needed a man who could match how fiesty I was, someone who could cope with my flare and aggresiveness- when I wanted something that involved my career nothing and nobody could stand in my way from getting it. Anyway back to reality.


''Well that's all we have time for folks, we'll see you again next week!'' The host said. Thank God it was over I didn't think I could of taken another minute of interigation from him. He was orange, smarmy and on air he was the perfect gentleman but as soon as the camera stopped rolling he most definately wasn't the nicest of people.


I bypassed everyone on my way out and just walked right out the front doors, it took around 3 minutes for Craig to catch up with me. Hmm, usually it only takes two minutes - he must be having bad day. Thats makes two of us.


''Remember you have dinner with the girls tonight in the hotel restaurant,'' Ahh, my girls. The only people in the world who were capable of making me smile even on the darkest of days. I couldn't wait to see them . . . . . . . . .

New Blog :-)

Okay, I've finally decided to start my new story :-) The first chapter should be up later tonight so keep an eye out for it :-D

I'm going to put an equal amount of work into both my stories so don't worry :-) I'm really excited about this one though!