OUT (Girl X Girl)

Chapter Twenty: The Dinner

When I went to get my makeup done, the head of the wardrobe department, Carol, said my clothes were too wrinkled and my shoes were dirty. So, she made me change into a robe so her assistant could steam my clothing and refresh my sneakers while I got my face caked. I argued about it but in the end they won. Who knew that makeup artists are so persuasive. And forceful. Who knew that wrinkled jeans were an astronomical problem. Plus, the likelyhood of me being shot from below the waist was slim so this entire argument was a waste of time.

Heather and I are supposed to get interviewed in less than ten minutes but I’m walking around like a lost puppy waiting for Carol to approve my clothes before I put them on. I can see my clothes on a dress form by the makeup station, practically mocking me. I’ll I want to do is put on some pants. The robe they gave me barely comes mid thigh and if I bend incorrectly I flash the world my undergarments. The only person that I would willingly flash my undergarments to is sitting the the corner, scrolling through her phone like a goddess. Even when she has a bored expression plastered across her face, she looks like a goddess.

I walk towards her so I can truly admire her beauty. She’s sitting in an oversized armchair right next to a window. It’s midday so the sun is shining through the glass and illuminating her violet hair and tanned skin. She changed out of her mini skirt into a pair of light violet trousers that match her glowing hair. I stand in front of her to block the light cascading from the window and my lovely girlfriend finally notices my presence.

She looks at me from head to toe and her eyes linger on my legs, “What happened to your pants?” she asks with a mischievous look on her face.

“Carol confiscated them. They were too wrinkled. What happened to your skirt?” I ask.

Heather bites her lip, “Please remind me to thank Carol. And to answer your question, my mother asked Carol to find me something that was more appropriate for an interview.” Heather shoves her phone in her pocket and gestures towards her lap, “As interesting as our clothing choices are, I would prefer to spend the little downtime we have in close proximity.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You want me to sit in your lap while we are surrounded by a zillion people?”

“Yes, and possibly make out with me,” she replies bluntly. She grabs the front of my robe and pulls me into her lap. I know I should resist, but I just give in.

I swing my legs so they’re hanging off of the arm of the chair and Heather buries her head into my neck. “You smell nice,” Heather whispers.

She plants a kiss on my neck and I feel my face heat up, “There are a million people here and there was already one picture of us sold to the press without our knowledge, I’d like to keep the number at one.”

“I just can’t resist. You know I love it when you wear red lipstick,” Heather continues to kiss my neck and I look around to make sure no one is watching. Everyone is milling around and minding their own business. The only person that noticed our compromised state is the nerdy assistant but he averted his gaze and turned red when I caught his eye.

“Heather,” I say, “Do you like me romantically or is our relationship mostly sexual?”

Heather stops kissing my neck and her green eyes bore into my hazel ones, “Yes, I like you romantically. Sex is just a fun part of our relationship. I’m not the type of person to have casual sex with someone I don’t have feelings for,” Heather tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, “Where is this coming from?”

“My last relationship didn’t end very well. She was in it for the physical aspect and I just wanted to make sure we weren’t heading down that path. I don’t want to go through that again. I really like you and I want to build an actual relationship and not a fuck buddy situation.”