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Date Posted: Saturday, October 17, 04:39:19pm
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's message, "Writer's Block 73+" on Saturday, October 17, 04:37:15pm
“I can’t believe you talked me into riding that far,” Nikita declared as she moved gingerly over to a picnic table that was not far from the return of the rental bikes. She had already finished off one bottle of water and was working on the second one as she was happy to lean down on the bench at the picnic table. Nikita sighed as she settled onto the bench.
“I forgot how challenging that path is,” Michael replied gently as he truly meant it. He had forgotten the hill at the end of the path that circled the lake. Nikita had been a trooper and didn’t have one complaint. Nikita leaned her head back, happy to also be in some shade. “I’ll live.”
Michael watched Nikita as she continued to sip at her water. She then noticed that Michael was watching her and smiled. “Is there something wrong with me? Do I look funny or something?”
“You look happy,” Michael replied as honestly as he could. He hoped that Nikita didn’t take exception to his comment.
Nikita finished the water and leaned back and rolled her shoulders. “I am happy.”
“As happy as being in the city and going to all those fancy events?”
“Which fancy events?” Nikita questioned as she looked at Michael. Michael rolled his eyes. “Red carpets. Don’t you miss that?”
“Not one bit,” Nikita candidly admitted as she rubbed her hands on her knees that were sore from the bike ride. “Red carpets are not fun for me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Nikita nodded her head. “They are torturous.”
“Tell me about why they are so torturous,” Michael commented as he wanted to hear about this. It was hard to get Nikita to talk about things and he wanted to know these types of details about her life. This would be something that would contradict what he had learned about her. Michael needed to hear how it was for Nikita and not what magazines and media thought it was for Nikita.
“Red carpet events take over your entire day… it starts out early in the morning and with very little breakfast,” Nikita shook her head slightly as she looked at some kids riding on their bikes. She watched as the parents were right behind them. The parents were so young. “And the first thing is to have at least a two hour work out… if not more… half of that cardio and the other half is heavy weights…”
“Why would that be necessary?” Michael inquired and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “That’s what Mick always schedules… that’s what all of the agents schedule… the one trainer told me that it helped with muscle tone on the red carpet…”
“Sounds like bullshit to me,” Michael commented and Nikita sighed. She really didn’t know but she knew that she did not miss it. “After that… it’s off to the salon… that’s because I’m not famous enough to have the people come to my place… and I don’t want them to come to my place.”
“For your hair?”
“For everything…. My hair, a manicure, a pedicure, and even spray tans… but I don’t do spray tans…” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “Mick once had me do a test spray tan and it was awful…”
“Madeline had once… she said she had a man do hers…” Michael commented as he wondered if it was a reason along those lines why Nikita wouldn’t spray tan. Nikita didn’t seem to react to Michael’s statement. “I looked like a fake Barbie doll… but since then Mick has embraced my paler skin… he would be having a fit over how much I am tanning in the natural sun… I’m supposed to be pale… vampire-like… it makes me more of a sex-vixen.”
“He truly has that much say in your life?” Michael inquired and Nikita sighed heavily as she turned her head to the side. “It’s easier with him… he takes the role of many people… I couldn’t handle having an agent and a stylist and a publicist… I would h ate that…”
“Shouldn’t you be telling him how you want people to see you?” Michael questioned and then he raised his hands up in the air. Nikita was glaring at him. “Sorry… I won’t ask about him any longer.”
“Mick takes cares of details… details I don’t want to handle… and in return, I let him do a lot of other things so I can try to only focus on writing…” Nikita commented as a way to finish that part of the conversation. Getting back to the red carpet events that Nikita abhorred, Nikita winced with some pain her legs. “Once I’ve been painted with make up and such… I go home where I can get a small salad for lunch… I don’t eat much before the events… I don’t like being out in public so I wouldn’t be able to eat a lot either way…”
Michael knew that Nikita didn’t eat a lot. But he couldn’t imagine Nikita eating less than she did now. He still wished that she would eat some more.
“Then I get to try on a dress that we think is going to be the dress… and then I try on another and another and another,” Nikita rolled her eyes.
“Why so many?”
“Mick takes pictures of me in all of them… to make sure that they will look right in the red carpet… to make sure that they aren’t see through or anything like that… To make sure that they fit the event…” Nikita stopped as she leaned away from her legs and groaned. “I usually end up in the first dress… and then I do the same thing with shoes and accessories…”
“I’m getting the point… you don’t like any of this, do you?” Michael asked and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “That’s the price of fame… it’s what I have to do.”
“At this point you get to go?” Michael asked as he hated that he had forced Nikita to talk about this.
“Into a limo… and praying that the weather is nice… if it’s hot, you feel like you are going to faint in the heat… if it’s raining, you better watch where you step… and worse if you are in New York and it’s freezing and the coat has to be taken off… By the time I get to the end of the red carpet… I’m tired… and I just want to curl up in bed,” Nikita shook her head as she lifted her hands to her neck and rubbed at her shoulders.
“Is that why the press always has stories of you sneaking out?”
Nikita laughed and nodded her head. “Nothing like the skanky writer to sneak out during a movie to have a ménage à trois.”
Michael hated that and shook his head. “People can’t seriously believe those things.”
“It’s better that they do,” Nikita dropped her hands and stood up only to sit back down. Michael arched an eyebrow. “Nikita?”
“My legs hurt,” Nikita admitted and Michael chuckled. “No one would believe that the creator of Stormy Heights would have overdone it on a bike ride today, right?”
“Never in a million years would it be a bike ride causing my leg pain,” Nikita laughed as she could just see the headlines now. She knew that they would think it was something kinky and Mick would be so happy.
“Come on… up on the table,” Michael directed Nikita and she jerked. “What?”
“Lay on your stomach on the table… I’ll rub them out…” Michael patted the wooden table. Nikita looked at Michael and knew that she trusted him. She got up on the table and placed her head to the side to watch Michael as he carefully started to rub her legs out, never going too far up on the leg.
“A swim tonight will help,” Michael commented as he slowed his hands after fifteen minutes. Michael settled down on the bench near Nikita’s head as she continued to lay on the table. “A night swim with the staff?”
“Yeah,” Michael nodded his head up and down. He wanted Nikita to start getting along with them more. If he was going to have to take over more tasks at the camp with Madeline’s wedding and her pregnancy, he wasn’t going to be with Nikita as much as he had been. There was just a chance that he would lose a lot of his time with Nikita.
“Maybe,” Nikita winked as Michael leaned in. He kissed her lips and then pulled back. Both were putting off going back to camp but Michael had something more to talk about. “Madeline is getting married next Saturday at the camp.”
“I heard that,” Nikita reminded Michael. She watched Michael turn bright red that he had forgotten that she had talked to Madeline in the lodge right before they had left.
“I was hoping that I could escort you to the wedding,” Michael said as he caught a piece of Nikita’s hair and twirled it in his fingers. “What do you think about that?”
“I think we better get moving,” Nikita replied as she pushed her body up. Michael dropped his hand and looked at Nikita. He had pushed too hard and now Nikita was blocking him. He did want to take Nikita. “Nikita…”
“I’d be honored to go with you,” Nikita pressed a hand against Michael’s chest as she realized that she hadn’t responded to his offer. She looked at his green eyes ad swallowed. She was starting to feel more and more like her dreams were coming to life in her real life. “However, I need to stop at the mall and get a dress… I have nothing appropriate to wear.”
Michael stood up and picked Nikita up in his arms as he laughed happily. He was so worried that this would scare Nikita away. Instead, this was going to be a great event for them. He hoped that he could find the courage to tell Nikita then how much he cared for her.
That he was sure that he was falling in love with her.
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