Fauxmance (Showmance #2)(98)
“Hi, everyone. My question is for David and Alicia. Are the rumours true that you’re a couple?”
The two shared a glance, then Alicia replied, “The rumours are false. We’re just friends.”
There was a sound of audible disappointment from the audience, which gave me a chuckle. Everybody liked to get invested in a good showmance. I suspected that if they were seeing each other, they were keeping it under wraps. The next question came from a diminutive woman in the middle row.
“My question is actually about the storyline in the books. I’d like to ask E.S. if she originally intended for Toby and Sasha to get together in the end, or if it just happened naturally over the course of the series?”
Ellen sat forward, smiling at the woman who was clearly a big fan. “No, actually. That wasn’t my original intention. After all, Sasha had a number of love affairs with various characters in earlier books, but over time it started to become clear to me that she had feelings for Toby. In the end, he was the one to steal her heart. It all happened very organically.”
“Thank you,” the woman replied and sat.
Ellen’s eyes met mine. In some ways, I was Sasha and she was Toby. For years, Ellen had been writing about us and she didn’t even know it.
The session ended and she walked off stage. I took her in my arms, hugging her tight. “You did great. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” she said, whispering her lips across my neck and sending a jolt of awareness directly to my crotch.
I took her hand and led her to our seats. “Just you wait until I get you home.”
We sat and I kept our hands linked together. She laid her head on my shoulder just as the opening scene began…
A smartly dressed Sasha hurries through the streets of London when it starts to rain. The fat drops threaten to ruin her outfit, so she buys a paper from a newsstand and uses it to shield from the downpour. When she finally reaches the office building, she dumps the paper in a trash can. She shakes herself off, takes a deep breath and strides toward the reception desk.
“Hi, I’m Sasha Orlando. I’m here to interview with Toby Richards.”
The receptionist looks her up and down. “Right this way, Miss Orlando.”
END.