The Start Of Us

6

Warnings: Angst, baby. Angst.

Words: 2416 words

A/N: I really like making all of you happy with my stories. Not today though. Today, I choose blood, we gonna fight. Anyways, I support women's rights, but most importantly women's wrongs 🤠

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"You've been awfully quiet all evening. Did something happen with your new friends?" I looked up at Scarlett, standing in my room's doorway.

At 3 pm Scarlett reappeared, and after cleaning our booth for the last day of the event, we had left. I had followed her as she went all over London attending meetings and answering calls. I had updated Lily and once all of her responsibilities had been taken care of, Scarlett had kept her promise and played tour guide. I, however, could not enjoy my time with her as I kept replaying my conversation with Xavier and Kelsey. I found myself rethinking all my moments with the actress and was not liking the odds of me proving my two friends wrong. We had finally made our way back to our hotel around 7 when I had chosen to call room service instead of eating out. Dinner had been a silent affair on my part. I had settled on listening to her talk and giving her one-word answers when needed, before retiring to my room, where she now stood.

"They just pointed out some things that I would have preferred to ignore, I guess." I didn't see the point in telling her anything.

As much as I played with the idea that she and I had something going on, we never addressed it. I personally have only accepted the fact that I had a crush (I refused to call it anything more than that) less than 24 hours ago, and rushing into anything would be pointless.

"Anything I can help with?" she asked as she made her way to me and sat on my bed." I needed space and she seemed to be inches away from my face. I suddenly felt claustrophobic.

"No, I'll figure it out eventually. Is there anything you need?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Discussing my problem with the one causing it was not on my bingo card tonight.

"Oh! Well, I spoke to Kate and we just finalized a contract with Sephora. We'll be able to sell our products in their stores soon. So I thought we could think about our marketing plan on that aspect. I came up with some ideas and I wanted to run them through you first and see what you think. So the f-" I tuned her out, making sure I nodded at the right moments.

"Y/n? Y/n! Okay, that's it. You're not even listening to me! Clearly whatever you and those people talked about is bothering you. Tell me what it is so I can help." She was clearly frustrated.

Talking about it now would lift a weight off my shoulders but at the same time, what was there to even talk about? 'Hey, so I may have created this idea in my head that you may have feelings for me and if you do, that would be great because I think I may have feelings for you as well. I mean we've been flirting since we got here and you're really friendly, I mean not that you being friendly means that you have feelings for me, I mean I'm not one of those people who assume that anyone who's nice to me wants to get into my pants - not that I think you want to get into my pants because I don't think you're like that. Not that I think you're a prude! I mean there's nothing wrong with being a prude! I just don't think you're a prude since you've been married a bunch of times and you're an actress. And now it sounds like I'm slut shaming you and I'm obviously not! You have a beautiful body and I wouldn't be afraid to show it off if I were you. Not that I've checked you out or anything but I can appreciate your curves! And-' you know what, I can live with not having that conversation for now.