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hurt? Were they giving out free bottled water? Sometimes companies did that to promote some random product or service.
    By the time I got over there, the crowd had more than doubled in size and several of the girls were all worked up in a tizzy.
    I’m short so I’m usually able to squeeze my way in through the crowd, but this time it wasn’t so easy. Whatever or whoever had these girls worked up, had them pushing tightly against each other, all trying to get closer to something or someone.
    Finally, I figured it out, when I overheard one of the girls shrieking Grayson’s name. I didn’t want to risk him seeing me look all gross like I was, with no makeup, my hair up in a ponytail and sweat pouring down my body, so I carefully backed out of the crowd and tried walking around them. Of course being the one and only girl not in the crowd would have drawn his attention.
    I sighed when I heard him shout my name and reluctantly looked towards him. I wanted to just crawl in a hole somewhere and die. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to let him see me looking like the hot mess that I was.
    “Hey,” he said casually as he jogged over to me.
    “What are you doing here slacker? Aren’t you supposed to be working?” I teased.
    “We are in between takes. I was going to try and get a quick workout in but apparently the word got out that I was working out in the campus gym and the crowd started to form.”
    I laughed as he pointed towards the mob of girls currently being held back by a bevy of bodyguards.
    “Where did all that muscle come from?” I asked.
    “The studio always employs a lot of protection. They’ve got to keep their stars safe from overzealous fans,” he said with a self-deprecating smile.
    “We still on for lunch today?” I asked.
    “Of course. I’ve been looking forward to it all morning.”
    “Good. I was worried that seeing me like this might have freaked you out. Thought you might want to cancel.”
    “Are you kidding me? You look hot like that.”
    “Yeah, all hot and sweaty,” I retorted.
    “Exactly,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
    I playfully punched him in the arm. “You perv!”
    “Okay, okay. Let me get back to work before the crowds get any worse.”
    I laughed and watched him walk away looking incredibly sexy. The mass of bodyguards trailed behind him, back to where they were filming and the girls attempted to follow suit.
    When I got back home I took a long, hot bath. I needed time to think and usually baths were relaxing enough to help me process all the crazy thoughts in my head when a good run didn’t work. But this time the bath didn’t work either. This time my brain was even more dazed and confused.
    What in the world was I doing with Grayson Chase? He’s got so many women falling at his feet, what does he want with someone like me? It would never work between us.
    Even if we could somehow figure out the long distance thing, which I doubt we could, we still can’t overcome the other thing, the big thing … my total and complete lack of experience. He’s probably been with hundreds of women, maybe even a thousand. I’ve been with zero men before. Zero. And I’m still not even sure if I’m ready. He’s not going to wait around any length of time while I decide what I want, when he has scores of women throwing themselves at him daily.
    After getting dressed I noticed my phone beeping at me. I picked it up to see a new text message from Jennifer. “Sorry I’m not home yet. Will be there soon enough. We got a late start this morning.”
    Then my eyes drifted up to one of her previous text messages. “Sometimes things in life are scary, but you know what is worse than fear? Regret.”
    Damn her and her insight. I sighed. She’s right. If I didn’t at least try with Grayson, I would regret it. So I went into my closet and tried to find something magnificent to wear to our lunch date. Was it possible to look fabulous in casual clothes?
    Eventually I heard Jennifer