Those three words were right on the tip of her tongue as she got out of the vehicle, “Rob!” She said as she watched him make a mad dash to the elevator, probably to get to his room to change. She looked down at her feet, feeling like some heartbroken girl in a cliché eighties movie. Sophia looked down at the ground and mumbled to herself, I love you, you goof.
When she finally got herself together she made her way to her hotel room. Sophia knew that Rob would want her at the photo-ops, the man wanted her around for everything. But Sophia chalked it up to Rob being slightly co-dependent on other people. He had admitted it several times. She just wanted him to be dependent on her in another way. But they needed to be professional.
After changing, there was a knock on her hotel door. When she pulled the door open, she half expected it to be Rob, yet it was Rich on the other side. He was leaning on the door frame, his arm supporting his weight about his head. Rich had a ridiculous smirk on his face as he barged into her room, kicking the door being him.
“How was your date with Bob-O?” He asked, rifling through her mini-fridge.
“It wasn’t a date Rich, get over it.” Sophia rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.
Rich turned around back to her, chugging a mini-sized wine bottle. “Here’s the thing Sophie, everyone see’s through you two. You got poor little neurotic Robbie who can’t do anything by himself, and you got you waiting at his every beck and whim, jumping to be able to help him whenever you can—“ he held a finger up when he saw Sophia try to protest, “Ah, ah. As I was saying, you two were made for each other. Get it over with.”
“He’s my boss, Speight. He’s my boss.” Was all Sophia said before she left the room.
January 24th, 2017 at 05:50am