It Hurts When It's True (Affaire de Coeur, #1)

Chapter 19: Plump nurse

Okay.

Maggie wondered what it even meant when she said 'okay.' She did not even know what they were to discover together. She had a hunch that it was something more than friendship, but she never liked to think of herself as too presumptuous.

Entertaining the idea that Damian might be interested in being more than friends with her had gotten her a fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach. But that was just too good to be true knowing that he was just ridiculously gorgeous and famous, and she was just herself. She had long faced the reality that she was neither physically attractive nor did she have that kind of enthralling personality that usually tempted men. As far as she knew, she was just one of the millions of ordinary women in the world who had no chance to trap a fine specimen of a man like Damian.

Oh well, Maggie thought.

It had been five days since Damian had brought her to his bachelor's pad. The rest of their evening at his place had been spent on talking about frivolous things. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he did not make a move to touch her inappropriately from the arrival of his manager until he dropped her off at her apartment building.

Damian had not gotten in touch with her since that night, and that had sowed some seeds of doubt in her mind. She flirted with the thought that he had already given up because it appeared from their interaction that there was no foreseeable progress in their relationship. Moreover, she mused on the idea that he had found a new woman who was easier and more appealing than she was. Then again, she appeased herself that this had happened before and that being an actor made him terribly busy all the time.

Browsing random websites on the Internet, Maggie suddenly thought of checking out whether Damian had an official account on Twitter. Having typed his name on the search box, his name immediately appeared with the official account symbol next to it.

Maggie was not a big fan of social networking sites, but she had created a Twitter account for the sole purpose of getting updates from her favorite historical romance authors. She felt quite grateful for it because having an account had made it easier for her to stalk Damian. Yes, she had gone so low as to actually behave like all his fan girls.

Looking at his profile, Maggie realized that the latest update was just a few seconds ago. She found out from scrolling down that his upcoming TV show was holding a live chat and fans could ask him questions.

She felt the sudden increase in her heart rate while her hands had gone cold and clammy. As much as she wanted to join the live chat, she was afraid of being ignored. And she felt uncomfortable with the thought that Damian might feel like she was stalking him when she had been showing him how indifferent she was with him since their first meeting.

Losing to her desire to initiate a connection with him, she had typed away on the 'tweet box.' She had typed and erased over and over again until she was able to come up with just the right question.

'Do you have some sort of fixation on anything?'

Maggie had gone skittish all of a sudden, guffawing at herself for being the first to approach him this time. She did not really expect for him to respond to her question, especially that it was totally unrelated to his show. To her surprise, however, she found a new notification after refreshing her page.