I was such a mess. I spent the entire morning analyzing and over analyzing every possible scenario. Maybe Diana had an appointment? Maybe she never existed? That was it! She was just a figment of my overactive imagination. It had to be, right?
It didn't matter what I told myself. I would never believe a word of it. There was only one thing that could satisfy my mind, and that was to go through Diana's room. Then, as if by fate, the doorbell rang.
She's back!
I ran to answer it. I didn't care that I was half-naked. I wanted to hug and kiss Diana with every fiber of my body.
"Thank god!" I smiled as I flung the door open.
The blonde from last night was at the door.
"Hi," he looked me over, stopping at my chest.
I tried to cover my top, but the outside air was cool. I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I started peeking out of my thin shirt.
"I'm sorry. I'm Brandon. I was here last night."
"I know." My eyes wandered down to his crotch. Brandon looked totally different in jeans - in clothes - actually. "What can I do for you?"
"May I come in? I left my wallet."
I wasn't sure if I should, but then I thought about Diana. Maybe Brandon would know where she was at. I just needed to play it cool.
I stepped aside to let him in. He made a beeline for Diana's room. I followed behind, unsure if I should speak. I didn't want to sound desperate.
"How long have you known Diana?" Brandon continued walking.
Uh-oh. What do I say? Do I lie, or tell the truth? Surely if I lie he won't reveal much about her. Then again, would he know if I'm lying? UGH, I HATE OVERANALYZING!
"Not too long." I decided on.
Brandon nodded as he walked into the room.
I stood in the doorway and watched Brandon spin around and shake his head. "How about you?"
Brandon froze, as if thinking and speaking were too hard to handle at the same time. "Too long."
Perfect! He knows! Now, to get him to talk.
I leaned against the doorway, shifting my body to allow my shirt to reveal the outline of my breasts.
"I swear to god," Brandon mumbled to himself.