An Interview With BC
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Chapter 4
The sunlight woke me up that Saturday and I rolled over to the window to watch the light dance around my room. There wasn't a lot of time until I realized what happened yesterday. I frowned and pulled the sheets over my head. Why did this happen? Why did I let this come so far? I insulted a hollywood actor and earned my spot in his list of women he had successfully seduced. What was his deal? Firstly he was so extremely polite, then he was extremely cocky and then trying to win the sexiest man alive contest.
Apparently he didn't lose a word to my boss about our little 'interaction', because Mike bumped into me in the hotel lobby and told me that Mr. Cumberbatch liked the interview. And...oh no...and he said another thing...
Right after we shortly talked about the next week, he handed me an envelop with a card in it. I hesitated for a second and then pulled the small black sparkly card out of it.
I could see the card now just sparkling on my desk, with the bright gold writing: "The Hobbit- Desolation of Smaug"
"They are doing a private Q&A with only a few actors. It's very exclusive, only a couple of very important press people and somehow Mr. Cumberbatch gave me this ticket to invite you to it. There is going to be a greeting thing, with drinks and a bit of food and after that there'll be the interview. You have to go there, I dare you to do it. We could get thousands of new readers with an interview like that. And don't get the idea of giving the ticket to someone else, Mr. Cumberbatch said that the ticket is only registered for you and no one else, nobody else will get in with this ticket." said Mike.
I couldn't talk for a second. No he did not! I was so sure that I would never see him again. Why does he have to do this to me? But if I wouldn't go, I would probably lose my job. Mike is very strict in those things.
"Fine. I'll go." I answered annoyed.
He jumped a little. "Wonderful, there will be a car waiting for you tomorrow night at 7pm at your house. And dress up, there is going to be a party afterwards, you should make a good impression."
I got out of bed and under the shower to get my mind off of tonight. Hopefully it won't be a disaster, what should I ask anyway? I didn't even see the freaking movie!
Oh. But he knows it. Definitely he just invited me to embarrass me in front of every possible human on this party.
Or maybe he liked me and our 'thing'( as I like to call it).
God no! Put that idea right out of your mind young lady!
Quickly I got dressed and went to get some breakfast.
The streets were full of people in a hurry, going to work, getting the kids to school. There was a small coffee shop just a few streets away, so I got a coffee and a cream cheese bagel. Back at home, I worked on yesterday's interview and some other articles I had to finish.
The rest of the day went faster than I wanted it to and somehow I had a feeling that the evening would be long as f**k!
The car pulled up at 7pm sharp. The driver opened the door for me. "You look beautiful tonight Miss, when I'm allowed to say this."
Oh dear god. Another british guy. So polite.
The ride only lasted for very short 20 minutes and then we arrived at a small building. It was painted red and there were a lot of security guards standing in front of the door. Somebody opened the door and helped me out. I wore a very short, very tight black dress. It was one of those dresses that is so extremely simple but drives every man wild. I walked to the only women standing in front of the door and showed her my ticket. She scanned in the code on it and looked at me again with a smile.
"Hello Ms. Parker. How are you tonight? Just straight through the door, then turn left and then take a left, trough the blue door and follow the hallway and then on your right. Have a wonderful evening."
She pushed me into the building and then I stood inside a big hall and didn't know where to go. But I was too embarrassed to ask for directions again, it wouldn't be that hard to find it, would it? So I walked a couple of steps and turned left like I could remember. Then right and then there should be a blue door. But there was no blue door, there was only a white door and no other way out than going back. Maybe she just told me the wrong colour, things like that happen sometimes. As I was just about to open the door, someone pushed from the other side and I ran right into me. I stumbled backwards but the man caught me and pressed himself with me in his arms against the wall so he didn't fall. I looked up and faced some extremely dark blue eyes and a smile. He had black hair cut in a short, ruffly way and a three-day stubble, which charmed his angular face. A deep laughter came from his mouth and suddenly he pulled his strong arms back and I stood in front of him. "Excuse me, I didn't see you there." he said, rearranging his suit and tie. He smiled at me, waiting for a response.
"No Problem. I was just searching for something." I replied.
He held one large hand out and smirked. "May I help you on your quest?"
I grabbed it and he squeezed it slightly. "Yes, why not. I'm searching for the Q&A for the movie 'The Hobbit'?"
Suddenly he began to laugh really loudly.
"Excuse me?" I asked surprised.
"Well, I'm sure I can help you with that." he answered.
He opened one button of his jacket and leaned a bit forward. "Richard Armitage, at your service."
I cleared my throat. What would change his name to my situation I asked myself.
"Alright, I'm Kim Parker. Nice to meet you." I said. "Still don't know where this thing is happening."
He frowned a bit. "Lovely to meet you Ms Parker. I have good and bad news for you. The good news is, that I'm also going to the interview and we can search together, because the bad news is, I don't have a clue where it is and I'm still searching for the blue door."
"Exactly, the women on the front door said something about a blue door."
He looked at me and smiled. "So you're from the press? Where do you work?"
"How do you know?" I asked.
Armitage pointed at my press pass I had tangling around my neck. "Very nice picture by the way. The blond hair charms the colour of your eyes." He said, leaning closer. "They're blue aren't they. Just like mine."
OK. Wait a second. Is this guy flirting with me?
I stepped a bit back. "Yes, blue. Thanks. What do you do? Also from the press?"
We were going back and now standing in the hallway shortly before the big entrance hall. He was standing in front of a wall with his hands still in his pockets. "If I'm working at the press? Just in case, have you seen the movie 'The Hobbit'?"
"Why do you ask? I was just aski...-" Then I realized it. He leaned against a poster. It was a movie poster from 'The Hobbit' and you could see three of the hairy people standing next to each other. And right in the middle, slowly I recognized the face standing in front of me and the one on the picture. "Oh god no! You're one of the hairy people"
Armitage started laughing a deep hearty laugh. "That certainly answers my question."
I covered my face with my hands. "I am deeply sorry Mr. Armitage. For insulting the recognition of your face."
"Well, there certainly is a lot of hair which covers it." He ruffled through his messy hair. "Oh and please, call me Richard." Putting out his hand again.
I smirked, surprised from his friendly reaction and shook his hand again. "Well Richard, I'm Kim. And that certainly is a lot of hair. Is that your real?" Pointing at the poster.
"No, not really. But the beard certainly is." He said, rubbing his chin. "So, did you really see the movie or not?"
"Should I be honest with you?" I asked.
I crossed his arms. "Hm, maybe I don't know. I never was in this kind of situation before. You either could tell me what a wonderful actor I am and how I beautifully enrich the movie with my presence, or you could just tell me to piss off, because you didn't see the movie."
"I have to admit, that I only saw bits of it on Youtube. But I think you are an incredible actor and that the movie wouldn't be the same without you playing..."
"-Thorin."
"Yes, Thorin." I said.
"So and do you want me to still piss off?" he asked in his british accent, so extremely polite.
"I don't think so. I like talking to you. But it depends on if you'll find me the interview room." I chuckled.
Richard smiled. "I have an idea. I just call my friend, he is already there and he will give us directions."
He took out his phone and pressed on the touch screen. Seconds later I heard a voice on the other hand. "Yes, Mate. Hi. I have a bit of a problem right now. I bumped into this lovely lady and we are both standing in the main hall of the building. And we don't know where the room for the interview is, do you know?...Oh you are already there...great, so just turn left and straight ahead...wonderful...thanks mate."
He turned towards me and put his phone in his pocket. "Follow me."
We walked in the same direction we came from, but instead of turning right, we took a left and soon could see a blue door in front of us.
"There it is." I said.
"Yes, there it is." Richard sighed briefly. "Just one second." he said, touching my arm.
"Everything alright?" I asked a bit worried.
"Yes sure. I was just wondering, are you coming to the after show party? Because I'd love to talk to you a bit more. If you'd like that."
"Sure, that would be nice." I replied.
He opened the door for me and we stepped into a crowded room full of people with paper sheets, pens and cameras, dressed in suits. Somehow it seemed that I was the only women in this place. No wonder why, the film was called 'The Hobbit'. Richard put one arm around my shoulder and we walked towards the other people. I looked around, trying to find something to talk about. Right when he turned me towards a certain direction and we walked towards a group of people.
And there I saw him. He was dressed in a light grey suit, white shirt, no tie. His hair was straightened and pulled in the back of his neck, he was holding a glass of champagne in one hand and the other one was in his pocket. He looked very interested, while listening to the things the guy in front of him was talking about. He was looking good, extremely good.
"Come on, I want to introduce you to a friend." Richard said.
Oh no. He pushed me right to him and just as I wanted to excuse myself, he turned his head and looked me right in the eye.
I couldn't move for a second, his glance shot through me like a lightning. He raised one eyebrow and gave me a teasing look. It was intense, I was so drawn to him, just by being in his presence.
Richard and I approached him and they both hugged.
"Ben, I want to introduce you to the lovely Kim Parker. She is a journalist and one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. And Kim, this is Benedict Cumberbatch, our dragon and the star of 'Sherlock'."
"Oh you play Sherlock Holmes in 'Sherlock'? I really didn't recognize you." I said sarcastic.
"Wait a second." A deep voice interfered. Cumberbatch cleared his throat. "You watch 'Sherlock'?"
Suddenly he seemed intimidating, oh my, had I insulted him again?
"Yes, well I watched a couple of episodes, but not all of them."
He straightened up. "And you didn't recognize me?"
"Wait. You two know each other?" asked Richard surprised.
"No." I said.
"Yes!" He said.
"Well. We had a brief interview once." I said.
"It was quite an interview, yes! I can't believe that you didn't recognize me?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, maybe because I play freaking 'Sherlock Holmes' ?" he said trying to keep his voice down.
I knew he played him, I just watched Sherlock last night to see him at his work. And he was good...he was really good. I watched the whole 3 seasons in one night.
"Oh you do? You look so much different on television. And I think that Martin Freeman as John Watson really leads the whole thing." I replied.
"RICHARD." A high pitched voice cried out. Apparently I wasn't the only women in this room.
"Just one second, I have to get this. I'll get us something to drink, alright? Don't go away." said Richard. Giving me a gorgeous smile.
And he left me alone. With him.
With the man, that I had insulted many times, made fun of and desperately longed for him to do bad things with me.
"Well, you certainly got Richard under your spell." Cumberbatch said.
"He is nice." I replied.
"So, he doesn't know about this?" he asked pointing at me and him.
"Of course not. I've only just met him and I'm not telling every man I meet about you and our whatever it was."
"I enjoyed it ,you know." He smirked. "You can be very..."
"What?"
"Hmm...very...devoted."
I just can't! I hate him again!
He turned away, nipping on his glass. " So, do you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Sherlock. Did you like it?"
I hate it when he does that. Jumping from one topic to another!
"I think it is quite nice. But you don't look so good, I have to say."
As the subject was 'him', he looked more interested. "You don't think I look good as 'Sherlock'? You don't like 'Detectives?" he teased.
"I don't like the way you talk."
"The way I talk? The speed?"
"Yeah, but it's not the speed. The tone of your voice changes and it is not so deep anymore."
Suddenly he leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear. " Deep enough?"
I shivered from his brief touch.
Somehow we had moved throughout the whole conversation and we stood on the wall beside a door.
And then, Cumberbatch's whole body pressed itself against mine, he opened the door behind my back and we somehow stumbled into the small empty cabin.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this." he whispered. Pushing me against the wall, touching my body, blocking my movement with his weight.
"This is not right Cumberbatch." I said precarious.
He smirked. "But I promised...remember?"
Thanks a lot for reading! I know there wasn't as much Cumberbatch in it as there was last time, but I wanted to add some game to this whole thing ;) Just wait for it :)
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