Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2012 0:12:31 GMT -5
Takes place on Tuesday Morning, after the first MPW show...
Note this is strictly CD, does not count toward the match
***
One thing I can say about Vegas...seemed that there was never an end to the guys that wanted a piece of me....who could blame them though, I mean have you gotten a look at me lately?
I'd received a few phone calls today. One had been from my father, asking me how it was going and urging me to make up with Jeremy. Not in this lifetime. Another was from my new sister in law, excited about her recent honeymoon and wanting me to come back to NYC soon to view her slideshow...maybe in a couple weeks...I really wasn't interested in seeing my big brother in a Speedo making dorky faces at fish and dolphins. I also got a call from an apartment broker, calling on behalf of Bill Adams. He had mentioned something when I'd scrawled my John Henry across the contract that I was entitled to some part of my housing being covered by the company...hotels could be pricy so I guess he wanted me to find a permanent place to rest my kiester when I wasn't busy handing someone else their own.
I'd been a little disappointed that none of these calls had been the infamous Jackson Blaze. Guess I'd been wrong about him calling me, which made me a little sad considering that if Justin hadn't of shown up we might have done a little more than making out in the hallway. Shrugging I double checked my makeup in the bathroom mirror, grabbed my purse and left the hotel room, intent on meeting this Veronica Winters, apartment broker.
At first glance she wasn't what I had been expecting. You think real estate agent and you automatically think of some straight laced woman with a stern haircut and a peacock nose wearing a red or blue suit, using big words you had to pretend to understand. Veronica was none of these things. She was a blonde, a little shorter than myself and she was wearing a mini skirt with a crop top. She couldn't have been older than me and she waved at me with a bright smile.
"Kahlan?" she said with a bubbly voice.
I sigh, "Yes but please call me Bliss from now on. Only my father gets away with calling me that."
She opened up a clipboard that had a cover on it and started to write something down. God, I hadn't seen something like that since I was a kid...did they even still make them?
"Ok Bliss it is." I caught a glimpse at her notes before she closed the folder/clipboard thing....her writing was as bubbly as her voice.
"so...apartments...." I drawl.
"Yes. the first one I show you your going to absolutely fall in love with." I find it hard to keep up with her bouncy steps and it irritates me to the point were I'm fingering the elastic on my wrist. I picked a Bright orange one today to match my flip flops. I wondered if she assumed I was like her and was girly and into the whole decor thing....I just needed a kitchen, a big screen TV and a place to crash at the end of the day.
She stopped at a white convertible and pressed a button on a set of keys. I mentally face palmed, but opened the passenger side door to get in.
Within minutes we're at a neatly manicured building with shinny doors. In my head I'm thinking that I probably won't be able to afford this place but I allow Veronica to take me in the building. she pulls out a large ring of keys and sticks one into the hole beside the door. There's even a security desk with a mean looking guard. He nods at Veronica and winks at me. I roll my eyes and follow her into the elevator.
The apartment...the one she's talking non stop about not only on the drive over, but on our way up to the 3rd floor apparently has everything I could possibly need....including furniture. the owners were leasing it furnished....well I wasn't exactly sure about that...sleeping in someone else's bad...just seemed weird to me. Hotels were bad enough for that.
Once we get there, she pulls out the massive Key ring again and opens the door. the first thing I notice is the staleness to the air. It's been a while since anyone has lived here and it suddenly dawns on me what Veronica is so eager to get someone to rent this apartment. It was decent, but I didn't like the furniture and told her so.
"Well the owners said that they can always store the furniture if need be."
"Now long would the lease be for?'
"6 months...same length as your MPW contract. After that you could renegotiate."
"Aren't the owners going to want their home back?"
Veronica shook her head. "they're divorcing and this is just one of many properties they own. Maybe you could even buy it from them..."
Not likely. I wasn't the type of girl that liked to own. there was no guarantees about where I would be in 6 months, let alone longer than that....no renting was just fine for me.
I told Veronica it was fine that that we could skip the other places. anymore of this bubble gum princess and I was going to put her in a fallen Angel. she was happy though...I guess the commission was good.
We're about to get on the elevator again and it opens and I can't help but let my jaw drop open when a man I didn't expect walks out and smirks at me.
"Stalking me now, lil' Miss Goddess?" he says with the same cocky grin.
"No!" Damn him. Only two men in my life have ever made me speechless and it just so happened that both of them were in this stupid fed. fuck me.
"Ummm..." Veronica looks uncomfortable.
"Go ahead, I'll get my own way home." I tell her and she gets on the elevator, her blue eyes still wide with surprise. Once the doors close, Jackson pushes me against the wall and puts a hand on either side of my head.
"So what are you doing in my apartment building then?"
"Looking for an apartment...you live here?" For the love of....
"yeah on this floor too...wouldn't you know it, we're going to be neighbours here too....what do you know...."
"I might just change my mind now..."
"Why do that? Would make things so much easier wouldn't it?"
"Easier for who exactly?" Because I wasn't expecting another confrontation today I wasn't prepared and if anything I was just irritated, not really in a playful mood.
his eyebrows raise. "Feisty today....Ummm, I think I like it..."
I let out a sigh, "I'm not in the mood to play your games today Blaze."
"You can't pick and choose which days you play...every day is fair game."
"Oh bugger off." My hand moves to my wrist. I start to snap the elastic quickly and the snapping sound fills the empty hallway.
Blaze looks down at the elastic and then back to my face, "Now that looks a little painful. And possibly could be very kinky as well if used right"
It causes me to smile. Not only one of the only two men that made me speechless, also one of the men that could pull me out of my funky moods.
"It's better than kicking your ass..."
The comment brings a smile to his face. "Hey, if we're talking about asses, I guess we're headed to the right subject."
Behind us the ding of the elevator is heard and the doors start to slide open. I shove Blaze out of the way and stride toward it, but not before flipping my hair and looking at him over my shoulder. "Eat your heart out..."
As the doors close I make sure to wiggle my fingers at him.
I smile to myself as the elevator descends and I get off. I stride over to the security desk.
"Would it be too much to ask for you to call me a taxi?" I wink at him and lean over, probably showing him a little too much cleavage.
His eyes go wide and he nods.
"Sure thing." he picks up his phone and dials. "What's the name?"
"Bliss..." I say and then walk toward the doors. I put a hand to my ass to make sure I still have my bank card and the cash. I hated purses...too easily stolen and I would for sure feel it if someone tried to touch my ass. it instantly brought memories of a certain someone holding on to mine for dear life only days ago....then i thought of a different man that also showed a lot of interest in it and I frowned.
I did not expect Kurt Newman, of all people to show up in my life again. fucking doctors and their stupid cheap answers.
***
Flashback:
"Well miss Fischer, we don't know what to tell you. he's lost most of his short term memory and seeing as how it's been a few weeks with no indication of recovery we're probably safe to assume he probably will never get it back...."
***
I shook myself from the memory. Doctors didn't know shit. See if they had said, oh in 4 months he'll be knocking on your door scaring the shit out of you and making it seem like he wanted to just pick up where you left off.... yeah i didn't know about that. God he was amazing in bed, I couldn't deny that, but we were in totally different places now...at least I was. he had to realize that a lot had changed for me in 4 months and I wasn't the same girl anymore. I'd learned to take care of myself and not rely on anybody, especially 4 bigger older brothers, to do everything for me.
right now, my conquest was going to be Jackson Blaze...why would I want an egotistical self proclaimed bastard? Because he got me hot and bothered and it had been way too long. hey I wasn't looking for anything permanent, I just wanted to have a little fun and I wanted to show him what dreams were really made of.
Note this is strictly CD, does not count toward the match
***
One thing I can say about Vegas...seemed that there was never an end to the guys that wanted a piece of me....who could blame them though, I mean have you gotten a look at me lately?
I'd received a few phone calls today. One had been from my father, asking me how it was going and urging me to make up with Jeremy. Not in this lifetime. Another was from my new sister in law, excited about her recent honeymoon and wanting me to come back to NYC soon to view her slideshow...maybe in a couple weeks...I really wasn't interested in seeing my big brother in a Speedo making dorky faces at fish and dolphins. I also got a call from an apartment broker, calling on behalf of Bill Adams. He had mentioned something when I'd scrawled my John Henry across the contract that I was entitled to some part of my housing being covered by the company...hotels could be pricy so I guess he wanted me to find a permanent place to rest my kiester when I wasn't busy handing someone else their own.
I'd been a little disappointed that none of these calls had been the infamous Jackson Blaze. Guess I'd been wrong about him calling me, which made me a little sad considering that if Justin hadn't of shown up we might have done a little more than making out in the hallway. Shrugging I double checked my makeup in the bathroom mirror, grabbed my purse and left the hotel room, intent on meeting this Veronica Winters, apartment broker.
At first glance she wasn't what I had been expecting. You think real estate agent and you automatically think of some straight laced woman with a stern haircut and a peacock nose wearing a red or blue suit, using big words you had to pretend to understand. Veronica was none of these things. She was a blonde, a little shorter than myself and she was wearing a mini skirt with a crop top. She couldn't have been older than me and she waved at me with a bright smile.
"Kahlan?" she said with a bubbly voice.
I sigh, "Yes but please call me Bliss from now on. Only my father gets away with calling me that."
She opened up a clipboard that had a cover on it and started to write something down. God, I hadn't seen something like that since I was a kid...did they even still make them?
"Ok Bliss it is." I caught a glimpse at her notes before she closed the folder/clipboard thing....her writing was as bubbly as her voice.
"so...apartments...." I drawl.
"Yes. the first one I show you your going to absolutely fall in love with." I find it hard to keep up with her bouncy steps and it irritates me to the point were I'm fingering the elastic on my wrist. I picked a Bright orange one today to match my flip flops. I wondered if she assumed I was like her and was girly and into the whole decor thing....I just needed a kitchen, a big screen TV and a place to crash at the end of the day.
She stopped at a white convertible and pressed a button on a set of keys. I mentally face palmed, but opened the passenger side door to get in.
Within minutes we're at a neatly manicured building with shinny doors. In my head I'm thinking that I probably won't be able to afford this place but I allow Veronica to take me in the building. she pulls out a large ring of keys and sticks one into the hole beside the door. There's even a security desk with a mean looking guard. He nods at Veronica and winks at me. I roll my eyes and follow her into the elevator.
The apartment...the one she's talking non stop about not only on the drive over, but on our way up to the 3rd floor apparently has everything I could possibly need....including furniture. the owners were leasing it furnished....well I wasn't exactly sure about that...sleeping in someone else's bad...just seemed weird to me. Hotels were bad enough for that.
Once we get there, she pulls out the massive Key ring again and opens the door. the first thing I notice is the staleness to the air. It's been a while since anyone has lived here and it suddenly dawns on me what Veronica is so eager to get someone to rent this apartment. It was decent, but I didn't like the furniture and told her so.
"Well the owners said that they can always store the furniture if need be."
"Now long would the lease be for?'
"6 months...same length as your MPW contract. After that you could renegotiate."
"Aren't the owners going to want their home back?"
Veronica shook her head. "they're divorcing and this is just one of many properties they own. Maybe you could even buy it from them..."
Not likely. I wasn't the type of girl that liked to own. there was no guarantees about where I would be in 6 months, let alone longer than that....no renting was just fine for me.
I told Veronica it was fine that that we could skip the other places. anymore of this bubble gum princess and I was going to put her in a fallen Angel. she was happy though...I guess the commission was good.
We're about to get on the elevator again and it opens and I can't help but let my jaw drop open when a man I didn't expect walks out and smirks at me.
"Stalking me now, lil' Miss Goddess?" he says with the same cocky grin.
"No!" Damn him. Only two men in my life have ever made me speechless and it just so happened that both of them were in this stupid fed. fuck me.
"Ummm..." Veronica looks uncomfortable.
"Go ahead, I'll get my own way home." I tell her and she gets on the elevator, her blue eyes still wide with surprise. Once the doors close, Jackson pushes me against the wall and puts a hand on either side of my head.
"So what are you doing in my apartment building then?"
"Looking for an apartment...you live here?" For the love of....
"yeah on this floor too...wouldn't you know it, we're going to be neighbours here too....what do you know...."
"I might just change my mind now..."
"Why do that? Would make things so much easier wouldn't it?"
"Easier for who exactly?" Because I wasn't expecting another confrontation today I wasn't prepared and if anything I was just irritated, not really in a playful mood.
his eyebrows raise. "Feisty today....Ummm, I think I like it..."
I let out a sigh, "I'm not in the mood to play your games today Blaze."
"You can't pick and choose which days you play...every day is fair game."
"Oh bugger off." My hand moves to my wrist. I start to snap the elastic quickly and the snapping sound fills the empty hallway.
Blaze looks down at the elastic and then back to my face, "Now that looks a little painful. And possibly could be very kinky as well if used right"
It causes me to smile. Not only one of the only two men that made me speechless, also one of the men that could pull me out of my funky moods.
"It's better than kicking your ass..."
The comment brings a smile to his face. "Hey, if we're talking about asses, I guess we're headed to the right subject."
Behind us the ding of the elevator is heard and the doors start to slide open. I shove Blaze out of the way and stride toward it, but not before flipping my hair and looking at him over my shoulder. "Eat your heart out..."
As the doors close I make sure to wiggle my fingers at him.
I smile to myself as the elevator descends and I get off. I stride over to the security desk.
"Would it be too much to ask for you to call me a taxi?" I wink at him and lean over, probably showing him a little too much cleavage.
His eyes go wide and he nods.
"Sure thing." he picks up his phone and dials. "What's the name?"
"Bliss..." I say and then walk toward the doors. I put a hand to my ass to make sure I still have my bank card and the cash. I hated purses...too easily stolen and I would for sure feel it if someone tried to touch my ass. it instantly brought memories of a certain someone holding on to mine for dear life only days ago....then i thought of a different man that also showed a lot of interest in it and I frowned.
I did not expect Kurt Newman, of all people to show up in my life again. fucking doctors and their stupid cheap answers.
***
Flashback:
"Well miss Fischer, we don't know what to tell you. he's lost most of his short term memory and seeing as how it's been a few weeks with no indication of recovery we're probably safe to assume he probably will never get it back...."
***
I shook myself from the memory. Doctors didn't know shit. See if they had said, oh in 4 months he'll be knocking on your door scaring the shit out of you and making it seem like he wanted to just pick up where you left off.... yeah i didn't know about that. God he was amazing in bed, I couldn't deny that, but we were in totally different places now...at least I was. he had to realize that a lot had changed for me in 4 months and I wasn't the same girl anymore. I'd learned to take care of myself and not rely on anybody, especially 4 bigger older brothers, to do everything for me.
right now, my conquest was going to be Jackson Blaze...why would I want an egotistical self proclaimed bastard? Because he got me hot and bothered and it had been way too long. hey I wasn't looking for anything permanent, I just wanted to have a little fun and I wanted to show him what dreams were really made of.