Chapter Eighteen

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After work I mentioned to the others that I was heading out for dinner. I went home and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I caught the bus back in to town, and finally around 6.45pm I was at Nick’s apartment. He’d emailed me his cell number to put in to my “new phone”

Grudgingly I’d done it, knowing that I’d have to let him know I’d arrived so he could come down and let me in.

I sent a text and waiting outside the foyer.

A few minutes later I heard the elevator beep behind me, I turned around.

Nick took wide strides toward the door, and then opened it.

He smiled down at me, and ushered me through the door.

“Thank you for coming” Nick whispered as he let the door close behind me.

I didn’t say anything, just nodded and walked into the elevator.

We rode up all twenty floors in complete silence and when we finally reached Nicks room, I had the overwhelming urge to ride back down and go home. Instead I walked behind him, into his modern hip, expensive home. The one I’d fallen in love with last week. It had seemed like an eternity since I’d been here. Since Nick had nursed my finger in the kitchen and made love to me in the spare room.

Woah… back up the freakin’ truck Sarah.

 

“Dinner smells great” I acknowledged, the delicious aroma of mac and cheese wafted into my nose.

“It’s just mac and cheese, I didn’t have time for anything else” Nick replied, sounding slightly self-conscious. I smiled, even though he had no reason to be self-conscious, his little quirks reminded me that really, he and I were a lot alike.

“I love mac and cheese”

Nick then smiled and walked in to his kitchen and opened the oven.

“Sit, I’ll pour us some wine”

“I don’t think drinking is a good idea” I replied warily.

Nick ignored my protest and poured two small glasses anyway, he brought the wine over first then the mac and cheese then sat down in front of me.

“I know I’ve been acting a little odd since we met. Hot and cold.”

“I have too” I admitted, still feeling slightly guilty for calling him the other night then completely shutting him out today at work. I took a small sip of my wine, suddenly grateful for its presence.

“I feel terrible for dumping the contract thing with Amelia on you. I wanted to explain. I know it doesn’t change anything, and I promise after tonight I won’t harass you” Nick murmured.

I ate a few bites of the pasta, while nick pushed his own food around in the bowl.

He sighed a few times, before letting go of his fork.

“I was nobody back then. I had no clients. I wanted to make money; I wanted to look after my sister. Nothing was happening though, I couldn’t even afford to pay my rent or feed myself. I knew I could spot talent though, and not just like your average Joe who enjoys watching a good street performer.”

“So you needed to make a splash?” I suggested

“I needed publicity. I met Amelia walking off a photo shoot. I doubled as a helper for a photographer to bring in some kind of money I gave her my card and told her I was looking for talent. I knew she was gorgeous and I knew that she had the ability to become a supermodel. The problem was she had a big attitude that no one could handle.”

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