hometown football team, the Dallas Cowboys, would always be better than my Chicago Bears or that on occasion she would eat an entire bag of gummy bears as a meal.
Gia wasn't my girlfriend. We were nothing more than two people who’d had a conversation and a shared a dance. So why in the hell did I feel like I had done something seriously wrong?
“I'm sorry, Sadie,” she said, casting one more not so pleasant look in my direction. “I should have known better than to stay up so late. It was wasted time.”
Wasted time? Glad I know how she really feels about me.
God damn if she didn't have a way of making me feel like a complete fucking tool. But what did she expect? She knew I was with Sadie. It wasn’t like I could say, “Hey, Sadie. Sorry, I can't sleep with you because Gia told me a few cute things about herself last night and we flirted a little bit.”
“You shouldn't stay up so late. It’s unprofessional. I need you fresh, G. There's a lot of stuff to do this week. I'm flying to New York tomorrow, remember ?”
“Of course,” she told Sadie. “Everything is under control,” she added as soon as Sadie had her breakfast in front of her. Don't think I didn't notice that today there was only enough food for Sadie. She must have decided on the number people eating about the time she heard me smack Sadie's ass.
God, I'm a dick.
“I've got to get your dry cleaning. I'll see you at the studio.” With that, Gia was gone. Unfortunately, my guilt stayed.
“New York, huh?” I asked as I watched Gia walked out the door. I had to force myself to think of anything but walking out that door and telling her I was sorry for being an inconsiderate jerk.
“Yeah. A photo shoot for some magazine. I can't remember,” she shrugged, taking a bite of the whole wheat toast in front of her. “Wanna go? It's just two days. I'll be back Friday.”
“I can't, babe. I've got lots to do on the album.” I mentally high-fived myself. Two whole days of freedom from Sadie. “You'll have Gia to keep you company though, right?”
“Gia? No. She doesn't do trips unless it's absolutely necessary.”
“Why's that?” That was weird. Most assistants traveled right alongside their bosses.
“She's got lots of family stuff going on. She doesn't like to be gone overnight if she doesn't have to.”
“That's nice of you. Most people wouldn't care what their assistant has going on.”
“I'm not a monster, Nick.” She laughed. “Plus, I'm glad she stays home. She's too busy calling back here every five minutes to be worth shit to me on the road. I'll have a couple bodyguards with me. One of them can make a coffee run if need be.”
“So what's the deal with her anyway? Gia?” What exactly did she have to check on back home? Maybe she had a boyfriend? Shit. Maybe she had a husband? I'd researched the hell out of Sadie, but I knew hardly anything about Gia.
“What do you mean?”
My curiosity was getting the best of me again. Sadie was still in a post-coital haze though, so I thought it might be okay to ask without raising any suspicions.
“She got a boyfriend or something that keeps her home? Because if that's the case, you need to let him know that she works for you,” I added to keep the conversation about Sadie. I knew how to be smooth with her. Keep her in the spotlight and I could ask whatever I wanted.
“A boyfriend?” She laughed. “No. She knows that I don't have time for her to be dealing with a relationship.” She took a bite of toast. “Something happened when we were younger. Something that made her reevaluate her priorities. It was a tough situation,” she added vaguely. “There wasn't room for a career in this business on her plate.”
“But she kind of stayed in it. Working for you and all,” I replied, feeling a little tinge of excitement about the fact that Gia was single.
“Kind of. She'd been acting and singing her whole life. It's not like she has a big skill set or a degree in anything.
Gia wasn't my girlfriend. We were nothing more than two people who’d had a conversation and a shared a dance. So why in the hell did I feel like I had done something seriously wrong?
“I'm sorry, Sadie,” she said, casting one more not so pleasant look in my direction. “I should have known better than to stay up so late. It was wasted time.”
Wasted time? Glad I know how she really feels about me.
God damn if she didn't have a way of making me feel like a complete fucking tool. But what did she expect? She knew I was with Sadie. It wasn’t like I could say, “Hey, Sadie. Sorry, I can't sleep with you because Gia told me a few cute things about herself last night and we flirted a little bit.”
“You shouldn't stay up so late. It’s unprofessional. I need you fresh, G. There's a lot of stuff to do this week. I'm flying to New York tomorrow, remember ?”
“Of course,” she told Sadie. “Everything is under control,” she added as soon as Sadie had her breakfast in front of her. Don't think I didn't notice that today there was only enough food for Sadie. She must have decided on the number people eating about the time she heard me smack Sadie's ass.
God, I'm a dick.
“I've got to get your dry cleaning. I'll see you at the studio.” With that, Gia was gone. Unfortunately, my guilt stayed.
“New York, huh?” I asked as I watched Gia walked out the door. I had to force myself to think of anything but walking out that door and telling her I was sorry for being an inconsiderate jerk.
“Yeah. A photo shoot for some magazine. I can't remember,” she shrugged, taking a bite of the whole wheat toast in front of her. “Wanna go? It's just two days. I'll be back Friday.”
“I can't, babe. I've got lots to do on the album.” I mentally high-fived myself. Two whole days of freedom from Sadie. “You'll have Gia to keep you company though, right?”
“Gia? No. She doesn't do trips unless it's absolutely necessary.”
“Why's that?” That was weird. Most assistants traveled right alongside their bosses.
“She's got lots of family stuff going on. She doesn't like to be gone overnight if she doesn't have to.”
“That's nice of you. Most people wouldn't care what their assistant has going on.”
“I'm not a monster, Nick.” She laughed. “Plus, I'm glad she stays home. She's too busy calling back here every five minutes to be worth shit to me on the road. I'll have a couple bodyguards with me. One of them can make a coffee run if need be.”
“So what's the deal with her anyway? Gia?” What exactly did she have to check on back home? Maybe she had a boyfriend? Shit. Maybe she had a husband? I'd researched the hell out of Sadie, but I knew hardly anything about Gia.
“What do you mean?”
My curiosity was getting the best of me again. Sadie was still in a post-coital haze though, so I thought it might be okay to ask without raising any suspicions.
“She got a boyfriend or something that keeps her home? Because if that's the case, you need to let him know that she works for you,” I added to keep the conversation about Sadie. I knew how to be smooth with her. Keep her in the spotlight and I could ask whatever I wanted.
“A boyfriend?” She laughed. “No. She knows that I don't have time for her to be dealing with a relationship.” She took a bite of toast. “Something happened when we were younger. Something that made her reevaluate her priorities. It was a tough situation,” she added vaguely. “There wasn't room for a career in this business on her plate.”
“But she kind of stayed in it. Working for you and all,” I replied, feeling a little tinge of excitement about the fact that Gia was single.
“Kind of. She'd been acting and singing her whole life. It's not like she has a big skill set or a degree in anything.
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