Sweet Little Lies by Michele Grant

Author:Michele Grant [Grant, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7582-6813-6
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2011-10-31T04:00:00+00:00

How It Continued

22

Girls’ Night In

Christina—Saturday, November 6, 10:03 p.m.

“You’re just being nice because you want to get in my pants,” I whispered into my cell phone. I was over at Carey’s house for girls’ night. Carey’s condo was bohemian chic with African influences. It was very Berkeley-wild-child-meets-New-York-sophisticate. Overstuffed natural fiber chairs meshed with traditional pieces. Ebony played well with Brazilian cherry and bright jewel tones layered on her base color of chocolate. It should have been jarring, but it worked.

We had been huddled around the long tumbled-marble bar, refreshing our cocktails, when Steven called. True to his word, he called. He texted, he tweeted, he stayed in touch, but I hadn’t laid eyes (or anything else) on him since he strolled away several days ago. I found myself in the strange position of eagerly awaiting his calls. Steven gave good conversation. I was curled up on the chaise lounge in Carey’s guest room with my BlackBerry pressed to my ear.

“I’m being nice because I’m generally a nice guy. I’ve already been in your pants, if you recall?”

“You used to be a nice guy. Now you’re edgy with a mean streak.”

“Baby, ain’t I been good to you?”

“Oh, now you wanna go South Side Chicago on me. Okay, I see you. The point is—I was terrible today. That was the worst I have been on camera in a while.”

“And I’m telling you…you’re way too critical of yourself. It was a two-minute interview and you came across as classy as you could… given the circumstances.”

Earlier in the day, I was put in the unenviable position of getting interviewed by my own news channel. That stupid YouTube video of me splashing Dante had gone viral. And Dante, never one to shun the spotlight, had been milking it for all it was worth, calling me the one true love of his life and the only thing he ever wanted that he couldn’t have. The story had taken on a life of its own thanks in no good part to Lisa, who was lapping up the opportunity to embarrass me. The entertainment hour had led with a Dante vs. Christina story twice in the past week. I would have squelched it if only the ratings weren’t so high. But thankfully the Js stepped in and said enough is enough. As long as I agreed to do an on-air interview, they would make sure that everyone at VNN agreed to let the story die a natural death afterward. And after the bland, generic answers I gave, I expected that to be just the case.

“Well, thanks, I guess.”

“I did notice your stumble over the relationship question.”

“Yeah, well.You know.”When asked if I was in a relationship with someone else, I froze before giving my answer:“Sort of …I’m in the process of figuring that out right now.”

“For future reference, the easy and correct answer is:Yes, I am and he makes me very happy.”

“I don’t see all the happy-making, Professor.”

“My phone calls don’t make you happy? My e-mails don’t make you

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