Page 7 of Wicked Dance
Blitz doesn’t really seem up for moderating them. He glances at Hannah. Normally she would be all over this like she was with the store owner, but for some reason, she’s perfectly happy to sit back and let the situation unfold.
“Let’s get going,” Blitz says. “I don’t really like making the fans wait.”
The thick round arms of the upholstered chairs keep me and Blitz separate. We can’t easily reach each other to so much as hold hands.
“So what are your plans for the three unfinished bonus episodes?” Doug asks. “Since this lovely lady took over the job of the contestants, will we be meeting her family and watching you two plan a wedding?”
Blitz’s expression gets hard. “Livia is not part of the deal, Doug,” he says. “And as far as I’m concerned, those three episodes are digital smoke.”
“What do you think, Livia?” Doug asks. “Are you ready for Blitz to meet your family?”
I glance at Blitz. “Not on camera,” I say shakily. “I don’t think they’ve agreed to that.”
Doug laughs. “I doubt it. Were you ready for the load of fame that came with Blitz?”
Blitz jumps in. “We’re working on our dancing together,” he says. “We’ve only just started to figure out our personal style.”
Doug flashes a knowing grin. “You just said ‘our.’ Are there wedding plans on the horizon?”
I can see when Blitz settles in and decides to pour out the charm. He sits back in the chair, lacing his fingers together behind his head. This is the Blitz I remember from watching talk show clips before I knew him.
“I imagine Livia has a say in that,” he says. “I figure I better show her I’m not a carousing schmuck. Tall order.”
The two men laugh. Blitz has Doug’s number. Now he’ll feed him what he needs to get this over and done.
I hold my hands together tightly, sitting tall, mostly anxious that my skirt is short enough that I might give the cameras a crotch shot. My thighs ache from holding my knees together.
“How about those three lovelies from the show?” Doug asks. “Have you heard from them? Did they seem upset about the outcome?”
Blitz flashes a smile. “You’ll have to talk to my lawyers about that one, Doug. You know women.”
My face flames a bit at this one. I glance over at Hannah to see if Blitz is behaving the way she wants. Her arms are crossed, a twisted smile on her face. She sees me looking at her, and moves her fingers to the corners of her mouth to remind me to smile.
Uggh. I plaster one on and turn back to Blitz. When he sees me, his expression shifts, like he realizes he’s fallen into his old pattern. He sits forward again and reaches over the top of the two chair arms to find my hand.
“Are you quite through, Doug?” Geneva stands just off camera, her microphone in her hand.
Doug glances at Hannah, and I feel Blitz stiffen, his hand on mine painfully tight. I turn my attention to him, wondering what is going on.
And that’s when I see them.
All three of them, dressed in flashy dresses, tons of cleavage, model-perfect hair, strolling in like they are the horsemen from the apocalypse.
The angry dethroned finalists fromDance Blitz.
