"I hate Travis Kelce, like not even just a little bit but a big bit. I just look at him and ugh I want to hit him with something, anything, God just thinking of him makes me... "
Eva giggles and then rolls her eyes as if to say 'here we go again'
"Makes you want to what?"
I hold up the sketches I have been working on and she looks confused
"It's beautiful Tay"
"Eva, I'm supposed to be sketching scalves for an accessory collection, but that kid has me sketching fuckin lingerie"
"Wait one second, back the eff up Taylor Swift. Travis has you sketching lingerie? Travis? As in Travis 'I hate him more than I hate Marcus' Kelce?"
I nod guiltily, knowing I have been pretty hard on him ever since the whole Hailey fiasco
"Travis 'I want to pull my own eyeballs out so I never have to look at his face again' Kelce?"
Had I really said I never wanted to see his face again?
Why would I say that?
His face is so pretty and his lips are sooo talented
Oh fuck! That boy has completely contaminated my brain
Just 1 night, 1 morning and 6 rounds of sex and he's completely poluted my bloodstream
Ever since he left this morning all I have been able to think about is him.
The way his lips moved over my skin, kissing, teasing and whispering the most beautiful things into my ears, convincing me to trust him, convincing me this could be the beginning instead of the end.
"So I'm assuming that the renewed hatred of Travis and the sexy sketches are indeed related. Which means you fucking slept with the man!!! And I mean 'slept with' in the loosest of terms because by that smile I know there was absolutely no sleeping done"
"Urgh, Eva he was so good, does that make me so bad???"
Eva shakes her head and bites back a giggle
"But I gave in so easy"
"You gave in after months of holding out Tay, you are just human, I have seen the man, most girls would have dropped there pants as soon as he breathed in their direction"
I rest my head in my hands and let out a long whine
"I feel like I've opened Pandoras box Eva. I went without for him 10 years and then I had him once... ok, 6 times and now I feel completely desperate for him. I have stalked his social media 3 times already today just drooling at the images and reliving last night in my mind. I have written and deleted 4 texts inviting him to my apartment for dinner tonight knowing full well he's the only thing on the menu and I have sketched 4 different lingerie sets all of which I have imagined him ripping from my body. Am I addicted? Do I need help? Is there a program I can join to help me kick him? "
" I say screw it, you have wanted that man since you were kids, you are both single, evidently both horny, just stop worrying and go get your self some of that delicious body"
Twirling my pencil in my hand I can't help but let my imagination run wild.
Could Travis and I be together? After everything that's happened could we move on and be happy?
God knows he's hot and he's sexy and he treats me like a queen but he's let me down before, he's hurt me and I don't know if I can be the girl that's OK with that.
A loud giggle ripples through my office and I raise my head to see Marcus nuzzling his latest 'teen queen' this one is 19 year old Terri and as he blows her kisses as she backs her way out of the office I can't help but imagine that being Travis and I.
He would drop me at work, leaving me a lunch bag since I always forget to pack one, then he would pepper me with kisses whilst wishing me the happiest of days I would probably be in a sulk about some thing or nothing because that's just who I am but then he would reach for me, hug me whilst pressing patient kisses to my cheek...
God how I would want him, how I would long for him all day until I got home and found him cooking dinner wearing nothing but a chefs apron and hat, both of which I would take from him as I lead him to the bedroom to indulge in a starter or two.
"Taylor... The accessories, I need them by 9 am tomorrow"
I look down at the lingerie sketches on my desk and then raise my thumb in Marcus's direction
"They will be on your desk by morning"
He barely has time to acknowledge me before tangling his hands in his girl's short blond hair and then smirking over his shoulder. He knows the sketches will be there when he needs them because he knows I have nothing else to do with my life but work.
Picking up my phone I dial an all too familiar number and fight hard to bury my pride before I manage to speak
"Hi Alessia, yeah, yeah look say nothing and do not judge me but, do you have Travis' phone number?
