Shay

fourteen

"Don't worry, dear. Miss Smith won't hear a word."

My face, again, gained the colour of a strong red as John said that. He reassured me his promise multiple times but I couldn't find myself believe it.

I slowly regretted the kiss, and I wondered if Harry did, too. But then again, he had nothing to lose.

I did.

"Thanks a lot, John. I promise it won't happen again."

And I meant it.

John, suddenly, made me feel like I was his employee though I wasn't. But I, still, felt the need to say sorry.

"You are really quiet, Miss."

Well, I was having a moment of regret.

"If you are still up for it, I'd like to give an interview for you," He offered, making me lift my head. His now stern look reminded me of his brother Liam.

I stumbled over my own words, "Really? I mean, a-are you s..s-sure?"

"Yes. This is actually why I've been looking for you, Miss. I feel much respect for you," Like Harry did?

My inner me giggled, imagining what would happen if I now confronted John with this and if he'd kiss me afterwards.

"I want to do the interview, with you. Yes." My voice was firm, again.

Thinking about this one more time, I knew that he was nowhere like Harry.

"That's great, Miss. Mrs. Smith told me that you haven't ever published an article. I'm sure we'll make a great team!"

I wanted to agree but then suddenly heard footsteps from behind.

Harry.

He looked at the both of us, John and I, before he stepped into the elevator and didn't cast any more glance at us.

"How about moving the meeting to another room?" John asked all of a sudden, while I was once again being caught in my own thoughts. Slowly it came noticeable, as I just remembered that I kept to always attract the attention of others when I was, mentally, not there. It bothered and, of course, annoyed me.

"Yes, Mr. Marbles, we can do that. You can call me Shayleen, by the way." Although I was sweet Shay for many, well, for the most people, I did not want it to be for him.

I had already embarrassed myself well enough and did not want my name to match the picture of my character – at least the picture that John probably seemed to have taken of me. I thought he was totally wrong. But a name similar to a pornstar's name wasn't really a plus.

Shayleen sounded so much more classy than Shay, didn't it?

But that was not the real reason. I now wanted to be Shay for only one man, Harry. And for no one else.

Not because he meant something to me. He didn't mean anything to me. But having him call me Shay gave me a playful kick in the butt.

I assumed that John was going to drag me into one of his "personal rooms" as well, and thought that this would be the same as Harry's. For a brief moment, however, I interrupted my own sea of thoughts and realised again that John couldn't be like Harry. It didn't fit him. And, he wasn't.

He was walking towards the stairs, instead, giving me a sign to follow him.

"Shayleen," He repeated as if he had to do so to remember my name. Repeating it was certainly not a bad idea, I thought it was very smart. With having all the girls constantly wrapping around their bodies, it was important to have a clear mind, right?