Page 25 of Death is My BFF
“You already know I don’t like to lose. I’d push forward and get any task you’d need done. I’d do it efficiently too. That’s how I am.
I’ve always been that way.”
“You live in Pleasant Valley, correct? In Thomas’s neighborhood?”
“No, I live on the opposite side of town.” The part that didn’t have gated-in homes and fifty-thousand-dollar pools in every backyard.
He scribbled something else in the cons side of the paper. “All right, so that’s a pretty long commute here. How old are you?”
“Eighteen. How old areyou?”
His pen paused, before moving again. “Who’s the one being interviewed here?”
“It was just a question. It’s not like I asked you where you live or what time you get home after work.”
“Are you asking me out?” he quipped.
I snorted. “When pigs fly.”
“At-ti-tude!” David rested the cap of his pen against his bottom lip. “Would that be a negative or positive attribute?”
I gave him a flat look.
“You asked how old I am.” He leaned forward on his elbows, a piece of hair falling out of its perfectly styled position and onto his forehead. He was so sexy that it hurt to look at him. It hurt even more to admit to myself Istillfound this disgusting jerk attractive.
“Take your best guess.”
As I analyzed his features, I recalled every article I’d read about the Star family and took a stab from memory. “Nineteen.”
David whistled lowly. “So close. A fan would have known my age.”
“A fan would have cared too.”
He inclined his head to the side. “Ouch. See, I knew you never liked me.”
“Not much gets past you.”
A muscle pulsed in his jaw. He bridged his fingers together in a steeple position. “What is your opinion of me? Be honest. Take as long as you want. This is your chance to tear me to pieces.”
“That’s easy, David, because you’re a cliché.” I lazed back in the chair. “You are an arrogant, womanizing elitist, and you think you can have anything you want with a snap of your fingers because you’re rich and famous. But no matter how many hot models you surround yourself with, and no matter how many expensive cars you drive, the only luxury you’ll truly have in this life is the luxury of being alone, watching everyone else around you lead a normal life.”
“And my heart is an endless void, which must be filled with love by the stroke of midnight, or else my Bugatti will turn into a pumpkin?” David added with a haughty grin, spinning around in his chair. “You live in a fantasy world. I have everything I want.”
“You asked me a question and I answered it honestly,” I reminded him. “The unhappiness part was an observation.”
“What could I possibly need in my life to make me happier?”
“I’m not your psychologist.”
He curled his lips into a thin line. “Smart-ass. That would be a negative.”
“Did you expect me to kiss your feet and tell you you’re perfect in every way, shape, and form? Sorry, not sorry.”
David burst into a fit of laughter. “Ilikeyou.” He wrote again on his pros and cons list. “You have guts coming in here and telling me off. Especially after my being so rude. You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”
I uncrossed and recrossed my legs. “If only this wasn’t a metaphorical interview.”
David stared at me for a long stretch of time. Jaw clenched, he picked up my portfolio and plopped it to the side of his desk. “Have you really never had a boyfriend?”