No Time For Love

Chapter 3 - Kiera

"May I ask why?" She says, her mouth twitching. They stretch into a smirk as her eyes track mine linger at her lips. My breath hitches slightly when I answer. "To.. use it? During.. various situations?" The smirk grows wider at the suggestiveness of the words.

"I swear I didn't mean.. whatever you thought it meant." As fake as it sounds, it's true. I'm much too busy staring to implicate anything.

"Let's say I'm Vi. You?" So she isn't going to give me her real name. Is she someone famous then?

"Kiera."

"And you are here because.." She trails off, raising a perfect eyebrow at me. Originally, I was here with the recently departed John on our boss's word that Vienne Chendler was here. It was a last favor to him before I move to Chiaroscuro. I'm not even sure how he knew, seeing that Chendler is media-shy to the point of ridiculousness. But then again, he probably has a girlfriend at the check-in counter who texted him the second she saw the name on a credit card. And I was flattered enough that he would trust me to look for her when I'm moving to his rival company that I didn't ask questions.

I decide not to tell Vi that, in case she doesn't like him. A lot of people in the industry hate him, and no one working outside of fashion could pick out a suit that brilliant, after all. "To work. My boss sent me."

"If I asked, would you tell me what you do?" I seem to amuse her. More like a cute puppy she found on the road than anything else.

"It would depend on who you work for." I should be offended. The fact that I'm being seen as amusing and cute at age thirty-three should be enough to make me walk out of the bar

"I work in fashion. With.. Alexander Martin. You might know him?"

Alexander Martin? No wonder her suit looks so expensive. He's the most famous magazine editor NY.  Is she his PA or something? "Yes, I know him. Maybe you could get me a autograph?" She laughs at my words.

"Perhaps if you ask nicely."

It's my turn to laugh. Despite my earlier intentions, I would be happy to just talk to her all night. In fact, I want to talk to her all night.

Wow. I am a fucking lovesick puppy.

I wonder if she's thinking the same thing. Probably not, since she was conversing with John a few minutes ago. So I decide to leave it up to her.

"Do you want to go up to your room?"

"Do you want to?" Vi asks back.

"Only if you do. I wouldn't mind at all if you didn't. I'd try to convince you to sit here all night talking." She contemplates my words, seemingly inspecting them word by word for tricks.

"If I told you that I would want nothing more and would not agree to give you anything more, would you be fine with that?" Her tone takes on a cautious note, and her words definitely aren't what I expected. But I don't even care anymore.

"Like I said, if you want."

"Then how about we check in."

I'm actually disappointed.