Where I Belong

Go Rock that Shit

Rihanna led me to the bedroom, which was hidden behind two double doors.

I grinned when I saw the king sized bed.

Before I knew it, I was flopping onto the bed. In moments, my eyes shut closed, my breathing rhythmic.

“Good night, Nikki.” I heard Rihanna whisper.

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I opened my eyes slowly as the sun peered through the curtains. The low roar of the television made me flip over. I saw Rihanna, who was in a bra and thong, her red hair fastened in a braid that followed down the length of her arm. She was sitting up in bed next to me, watching TMZ.

“Morning,” I smiled, sitting up. I was still in her white dress.

“Morning,” she grinned. “Sleep well?”

I nodded, “You?”

“Yep.”

“Good,” I smiled. I rolled back over to face the clock. It was 8:05.

“Ah, shit.” I complained.

“Hmm?” Rihanna mused, rubbing her fingertips on my exposed thigh.

“I gotta go get ready….” I said, hopping out of bed. My plan was to recurl my hair and douse myself in perfume, and still find the building. All within 25 minutes.

After I was redressed in my first outfit from last night, I toasted a bagel as I went to borrow Rihanna’s makeup.

“Hey!” she called from the bedroom. “Go natural… Like fresh and perky! I hear interviewers think that stuff is hot!”

I laughed from the bathroom, “Will do!”

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I did a twirl, stepping towards Rihanna, who had changed into a pair of tattered shorts and a gray shirt. She was picking up a red, pink, white and black flannel when she looked up at me.

“Damn, it’s déjà vu all over again!” Rihanna laughed. I smiled.

“Ok, so I gotta call a cab…” I said, slowly walking towards the door.

She laughed, “Oh hell no. You’re coming with me.”

She followed in my path as we walked down the hallway and into the elevator.

“So you don’t have a hangover?” Rihanna asked, turning towards me.

“Oh no, I do.” I smiled. She shook her head and laughed.

The elevator doors opened and we walked out into the dimmed lobby, which was still quiet and free of any hotel guests.

The Escalade was right where we had left it last night, which seemed to be untouched by the pesky valet.

“So do you need to stop by your house or should we just go?” Rihanna asked as I seat belted in the back seat. She chose the front seat.

“They should have a copy of my resume, so we’re good to go.” I smiled. Rihanna flashed me a smile before turned around to play with the radio.

Kelsey texted me then, my phone vibrating in my dress.

How was last night? Where r u?

I responded, Amazing. Went to another party, no fucking L I fell asleep xD On my wy to interview #5, fingers crossed!

Another buzz. Fingers crossed!

I put my phone back in my bra when Rihanna began talking, “So, ya nervous?”