Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) by Elle Devrou Page B

when I had called in for
the interview. Feel like a fool now, don't you? "Ethan…sir…your
building was quite the dazzling spectacle when I arrived this morning."
          "Yes, it
was," he breathed more than spoke. The tingles made their return, this
time in heavy, ragingly sharp herds - so much that I was afraid I might
implode.
          Did he have an
ulterior motive? Or did he normally go around telling his employees to eat
while dropping compliments about their gracefulness? I already knew the answer,
of course.
          Shit .
          Shit-shit-shit. But then again, if he really wanted something from me, he would ask outright,
would he not? Certainly a man of his position would have no reason for taking a
roundabout way of getting what he wanted.
          Keep
dreaming, Doll. If he really wanted you, you would know it.
          Would I really,
though?
          We stood in
silence for the next few minutes until he finally left me to work on my own,
with one last reminder regarding me and food. By the time it was getting dark
and my stomach was starting to protest, I had a whole wall-and-a-half covered
in underwater details. That's enough for now.
     

     
          I took a cab
home and ordered some pizza. I didn't feel like watching anything in
particular, so I settled for an old episode of Tales From The Crypt. I spent
the next half-hour laughing at overly cheesy acting and ridiculous sexual
innuendos that would put even porn flicks to shame. Not that I had any
experience when it came to porn…much.
          As I sat with
cheese and sauce dripping down my face, watching the Crypt Keeper looking at a
copy of Playdead , I realized I was
living a fairly good life. But did this really count as living? Was I
any better off than I had been before?
          Are you
breathing?
          Yes.
          Are you
happy?
          Oh…is that what
the problem was? But the pizza I was eating made me pretty damn happy.
          Is that the
best you can do?  
          For almost a
year now, my life had been in a constant state of peace. I was even at a point
where I could survive on my own by relying on my art. Hey, remember that one
time you were offered a ridiculous amount to paint a mural?   Yeah, life was great. If I died right
now, I would be okay with it.
          Only okay?
Admit it...compared to before, life is practically perfect right now - you're
just too scared to admit it. It's okay, you already know you're going to lose
it at some point, so you might as well enjoy it while you can. You can deal
with the pain when the time comes. Don't let the future ruin what you could
have right now.
          Sighing, I set
my slice of pizza down. This was the result of years of solitude. The only
advice I ever sought was my own. But who else could understand and judge me
better than myself? Only I knew how fucked up I was.
          Before I could
fall into an even deeper conversation with myself, the phone rang, effectively
putting an end to my inner session. I ran to pick it up, already knowing who it
would be.
          "Jillybean!" I answered. A chat with an actual human being was
a sure way of erasing the last minute of my life. "How are you?"
          "Bored," she whined. "I started flipping through the
normal channels for old times sake. I can't do it anymore. The commercials are
killing me. Anyway, what are you watching?"
          Ah, Jilly .
"Who says I'm watching anything?"
          "I hear
laughing," she said suspiciously. "Is that the Crypt?"
          "The one
and only."
          We spent the
next half-hour ranting passionately about nothing of much importance before
settling down and returning to the real world.
          "So how
are things going with you and The Doctor?" I asked.
          Her girly
giggle was enough to tell that everything was going just fine between the two.
          She had been
working the nightshift at the hospital in