21. Happy New Year

-Leia-

I don’t want to admit it, but I am enjoying myself shooting the shit with Christian. He’s been an absolute gentleman tonight and if I am being honest, he’s actually quite funny. I haven’t laughed this much in ages!

“Wait, so she barged into your conference meeting wearing a fur coat while buck-naked underneath?” I ask incredulously as he’s recounting one failed conquest after another. “What the hell did she think was gonna happen?”

Christian runs a hand over his red face, the smile on his lips contagious. “That I’d drop an important meeting with my Tokyo investors for her? Socialites seldom think further than their cell phones,” he says, shaking his head.

I have no idea how our conversation got here, but it seems easy. We’re not expecting anything from each other and the alcohol seems to be loosening us up even more.

“Christ, she would not have gotten past me if I were your PA. I can spot the fake ones a mile away,” I say as I sip on my red wine even though I’m already buzzed.