The Invitation Page 39
It was absolutely crazy to see myself on television, standing next to such a well-known personality. Robyn Quinn was a pretty big celebrity. During the taping, the director had made me do that walk out onto the stage while waving almost a dozen times. As I watched, I smiled directly into the camera and waved like my personal fan club was in the audience.
Oh my God, I look like such a ham!
Everyone from the office started to hoot and howl, and I dropped my face into my hands, too embarrassed to watch. I’d heard actors say they don’t watch their movies and thought that was insane. But now I understood why. I was aware of all the little nervous habits I had, as well as how heavy my New York accent was, and it left me unable to focus on anything but my flaws—all of which seemed highly amplified at the moment.
I cringed and shook my head. “God, this is so hard to watch.”
“Are you kidding me?” Olivia asked. “You’re a natural and doing incredible!”
The moment of truth came ten minutes into the show. Robyn pointed to the corner of the screen, and the price and telephone number flashed a few times. Thirty seconds later, a countdown clock appeared, too.
“Alright, ladies—and gentlemen out there who want to impress their ladies—we’re going to open up the lines now and let you start getting your orders in. We’ll continue to talk about Signature Scent, but I think you all already know you want it. So here’s what you’ve been waiting for, your countdown to the opening of our phones and online ordering. You know the drill… And five, four, three, two, one. We’re open!”
Within seconds, the countdown of the quantity remaining started to scroll. Slowly at first, but then it began to fly. I couldn’t tell you what Robyn or I talked about for the duration of the show—my eyes were glued to that countdown clock. When the thousands started to dwindle at a rapid pace, I thought I might hyperventilate, and I really needed a moment.
“Would you mind if I went downstairs to get some air? I’ll just be a few minutes.”
Olivia looked concerned “Of course not, but are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just a bit overwhelming, and I need a minute. I won’t be gone for long.”
“Of course. Of course. But don’t go downstairs.” She pointed to the hallway her husband had come from earlier. “Last door on the left leads to a guest bedroom. It has a private balcony and a bathroom, too.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. Go. Take as long as you need.”
“Thank you.”
The cool air outside felt incredible. I shut my eyes and took a few deep breaths. After only a minute or two, I felt calm enough to open them and enjoy the stunning view. From this height, the City seemed unusually quiet, which had a real tranquilizing effect on my mental state. So I felt a little better when I heard the sound of the door sliding open behind me, and I turned to find Hudson.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “I just got a little overwhelmed watching that ticker, and my heart started to race.”
“Understandable.” He smiled and held something out to me. “Here.”
I looked down and my forehead wrinkled. “A banana?”
“I stole it from my sister’s kitchen. She didn’t have any oranges. I’m more creative with those.”
I was confused until I realized he’d written on it.
Your television debut is very appealing.
Hudson shrugged. “Get it? A-peel-ing. Go easy on me—I didn’t have very long to come up with something and still follow you out here.”
I laughed. “It’s very sweet. Thank you. I can see why Charlie likes your messages in her lunchbox so much.”
We stood next to each other, staring out at the City. The little fruit trick he used on his daughter had actually helped me relax. Or maybe it was just Hudson’s presence.
I sighed. “This is all so surreal.”
“I would imagine it is.” He smiled.
Yes, I was in the middle of a mental meltdown, but I still noticed how handsome Hudson looked. Not only was he dressed casually in a pair of jeans, he also had some stubble on his face that I really liked.
He’d been quietly watching me look at him, so I felt compelled to say something.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you unshaven and in street clothes.”
He flashed one of his sexy signature half smiles. “And?”
I tilted my head. “I like it.”
“Are you telling the truth or just trying to get in your daily compliment quota from your happiness plan?”
I laughed. “No, I like it. The scruff on your jaw gives you a sinister look.”
He tilted his head. “Is that your type? Sinister looking? That’s not exactly what I envisioned when you said your ex was a poet.”
I laughed. “Oh, Aiden is as clean-cut as they come. That’s always been my type. I never went for the bad boys. I don’t think I’ve ever dated anyone with a scar or a tattoo.”
“And you’d like to change that?”
I shrugged, playing along and teasing. “Maybe.”
Hudson’s eyes sparkled. “That’s good. Because I can help. I have both.”
“You do?”
He nodded.
“Where are they?”
“Ah…that’s information I’ll keep for another time.”
I laughed. “Top secret, huh?”
A light gust of wind pushed a lock of hair onto my face. Hudson used his finger to move it. “Feel better?”
I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders. “I do. Thank you.”
He tilted his head toward the door. “Why don’t we go back in, then? As much as I’d rather be right here, I don’t want you to miss anything.”
I nodded.
Back in the living room, I took my seat next to Olivia on the couch and looked up at the countdown clock to see how things were going. I blinked a few times reading the number. I hadn’t been gone for more than five minutes, yet we were already almost completely sold out.
“I’ve been watching this show every day for the last week and a half,” Olivia said. “And they never sell out this fast. You’re absolutely slaying it. I was worried you’d miss the part where Robyn says her big tagline—Going…going and buh-bye!”
Sure enough, only minutes later, the side of the screen with the countdown started to flash.
“Uh-oh,” the host said. “We’re about to sell out. Hurry up and get those orders in!” She paused and shook her head. “I better say it before it’s too late. Going…going…” She raised her hand and waved. “…and buh-bye!” A big stamp appeared over the countdown clock on the screen.
SOLD OUT
Everyone in the room cheered. Olivia hugged me, and people took turns coming over to congratulate us. When I turned back to look at the TV, the next product was already being introduced. Relief washed over me that we’d done well, and I wouldn’t have to see my face up on that giant TV anymore.
Olivia and Mason popped champagne, and she handed out glasses. As she extended one to me, my eyes met Hudson’s across the room. He silently raised his glass and smiled.
Olivia looked between the two of us before hooking her arm around my neck. She turned us so our backs were facing Hudson and spoke with a low voice. “He really likes you.”