“Okay, I’ll kiss you after. Let’s begin.” He hovered the pen above the notepad, and flashed her a smouldering glance. “So… have you ever been interviewed before?”
“No.”
“Alright, well just relax – be yourself. I won’t write anything you don’t want me to.”
She sighed. “Okay. Come on.”
“My first question: what are your thoughts on the current state of the economy?”
She frowned. “Is that really your first question?”
“No… actually, my first question is: when are you breaking up with your asshole fiancé?”
She suppressed her grin. “Tonight.”
His face flickered with a smile, but he remained professional. “I see. Let me just write that down.” He jotted a few notes on the pad, but she couldn’t see what he was writing. “Good. Next question.” He paused to deliver a seductive gaze directly into her soul. “What do you want more than anything right now?”
She cleared her throat. “What do I want more than anything?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Well… I’d love to be lying on a beach in the sunshine. Out of this winter gloom. Problem-free… in the arms of someone special.”
“Oh… and is there anyone special in your life at the moment?”
“Yes, there is.”
“And can you reveal the name of the lucky guy?”
“Just some gorgeous rockstar who won’t leave me alone.”
“He won’t leave you alone?”
“No.”
“But you like it?”
She forced herself to play it cool. “I guess.”
“Is he good in bed?”
She burst into laughter. “He’s okay.”
“Okay!” He glanced at his notebook. “I’ll write ‘He’s the best lover I’ve ever had’.”
Eleanor chuckled. “Alright. Any more questions?”
“Yeah. I was wondering how you managed to sleep last night?”
“Fine thanks, why?”
“Well, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep, knowing I was plotting the downfall of a minor soap-star, just so I could impress a complete asshole who gets rich from reporting bullshit and stirring up hate.”
She gazed at Joseph, feeling her heart pound with guilt. “It’s my dream… my dream career.”
“It was probably Pierre’s dream to become an actor. It was my dream to become a musician. I didn’t expect my personal business to be shared with the world.”
Eleanor gazed at her knees. “I know… And I didn’t sleep well, okay. In fact, I slept terrible.”