Beauty and the Billionaire

My hand was on the door handle when there was a soft knock. I pulled the door open to discover Sienna. It was shocking to see here without the blinding orbit of her television camera crew. Instead, it was just her, the long blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her blue eyes soft without the heavy dose of eyeliner.

"Is Fenton here?" she asked.

My chest burned. "No. He wants to be alone the night before a big fight," I said.

Sienna was not surprised at the bite of jealousy in my words. "I just wanted to tell him thank you. If you see him, will you let him know I said so?"

"Thank him for what?" I asked. I squeezed my eyes shut and raised my face to the ceiling. When I opened them, I looked back at Sienna. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I get it. And it's not what you think. Just tell Fenton thank you," Sienna said.

She looked so slim and lonely as she headed back to the elevators. "What, no camera crew?"

Sienna turned back to me. "I took the afternoon off. I needed a little time to recoup – I mean, relax."

"Well, if you want to relax off camera, why don't you come in? Once the maid's gone, I'll have an empty suite. There's a bottle of wine." I held the door open.

The reality star hesitated, looked at the elevator, and then at the open suite door. "Sure, why not. I could use a glass of wine."

The maid had tidied the second bedroom until it looked as if no one had occupied it in weeks. I kept looking at it as I opened the wine and almost spilled all over the white rug.

"Here, let me do that," Sienna said. She expertly handled the wine opener and had two glasses poured in seconds. "I used to be a waitress; it’s a necessary skill if I wanted good tips."

"You were a waitress?" I asked. "I always assumed you had a trust fund or something."

Sienna smiled. "Exactly. That's what I want everyone to think." She slumped back on the couch.

"It gets a little tiring playing the part?" I asked.

"Yes. You get it. You can't be a successful female sports agent without playing a certain part," Sienna said. "Yours is good, subtle."

"Thanks, I guess. Though, I think I'm going to drop the act." I sipped my wine.

"Me, too," Sienna said. "I think it’s getting in the way of my relationships. I mean, I can't really find anyone genuine if I'm not acting like my genuine self."

"Is that how you feel about Fenton?" I asked.

"Don't be stupid," Sienna asked. "Our acts go perfectly together, but even that ended up not working because he's so into you." She finished her glass of wine and got up. "I think it’s about time I try out my obscenely huge hotel room tub without the lighting guy adjusting the soap bubbles."

I walked her to the door and waited until her elevator descended. Then, I grabbed my purse. I had to see Fenton and the glass of wine had quieted down all my rational objections just enough for me to go right away.

I made it all the way through the lobby of the MGM Grand before I was stopped by Dana Maria.

"You can't be bugging him the night before the title fight. He left the party early to be alone," she said.

"Dana Maria, I'm glad I ran into you. I've got to tell you I'm sorry we never hit it off. I really admire you, even if I say all the wrong things," I said.

"Had a little wine tonight, Kya?" she asked. Dana Maria adjusted her sequined tube top and smiled at me.

"Just enough to say things I mean."

"Good. Then, you can tell me why you won't leave Fenton alone."

I wandered over

to lean against the glass wall of a souvenir shop. "I can't. I don't want to. I don't know. All I think about is the last time I saw Fenton and the next time I'll get to talk to him. I wonder how he's doing and if he ever thinks of me."

"Oh, Jesus, girl, you've got it bad," Dana Maria said. She pulled me away from the wall and led me back out the front doors. "Now, let me tell you the truth."