La Serenissima (Venice)

Chapter 2: Cat Got Your Tongue?

The following morning went by smoothly. After my early guest appearance on E I was free until my twelve  thirty session with Jen. I made sure to go for a long jog this morning knowing that she could smell a rise in blood sugar levels. I contemplated many activities for the day but settled on completing the play DeLisle loaned me yesterday. Maybe it would open a topic to discuss the next time I see William which I was hoping to be very soon. I still tried to wrap my mind around how in the space of one hour he found out where I live and was able fabricate a sentiment so rich in allegorical significance. Intellectual capacity is a beautiful thing but too much should be feared as it is a weapon devised against your will and knowledge.

  Two hours and three milkshakes later I had made it to the second last page of the play. I was tempted to skip the conclusion but was grateful I didn't when I noticed yet another sticky note pinned to the interior side of the back covering.

I needed to know that you read the book

Call me if you want to talk about it 

(310)206-4026

    Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, hoping he'd pick up.

"You read fast." He joked and I shifted on my bed.

"How'd you know this was me, and how do you know where I live, how did you get on my floor without clearing security?" I babbled on and he laughed.

"Well I could reply with something ambiguously romantic to steal your heart or I could state the basic facts." My patience was riding thin.

"Which are?"

"I got your number from my uncle's assistant, any jackass can find where you live and reaching your floor was easier than finding the place, I just asked your floor number from the front desk and took the elevator, I'm sure if you walked into the Beverly Hills Hotel no one would question your intentions." He replied and I could feel his sneaky grin heating my eardrum.

"You're one cocky son of a bitch you know that?" I replied standing up, feeling a bit too casual and comforted talking to him while in bed.

"Ouch Alexandra, that cut deep." He replied feigning a hurt tone and I scoffed.

"Don't try to act all iron faced, I know you're smiling." I covered my mouth and did a quick double take of my surroundings.

"If you're in my house Kelsher I swear-" I began but he cut me off.

"Ah, so you were smiling, sold yourself out there love." I blushed as I tried to waver off the butterflies dancing in my stomach at the way his words rolled off his tongue.

"Although, I wouldn't mind being there right now." I imagined his warm hazel twinkling mischievously at his statement. I needed that visual out of my mind.

"I'd mind most definitely, my personal trainer will be here any second and I don't need any testosterone lurking through the corridors of my home." I replied as I tucked the phone neatly between my ear and shoulder, reaching for my blender to whip up some protein shakes for Jen's arrival.

"But that's exactly what you two need, imagine me sitting on the treadmill, shirtless, close enough for you to reach out and touch but yet so far." I laughed loudly on the other line at his egotistical remarks.

"Laugh all you want, you know you googled it." He teased and I rest two cups on the cupboard scrunching my brows. 

"What exactly did I google Mr Kelsher?"

  "William Kelsher shirtless 2015." He added bashfully and I arched my brow.

"You're crazy." I replied, quick to place all the ingredients in the blender, a welcomed distraction from my racing heart. Thank God this was a phone call or I'd be done for.