Chapter 33
JP and I mingled as we sipped on our champagne. Well, he mostly mingled, I mostly checked out celebrities. Yes, I was a bit of a celebrity whore. I had no idea that Kim Kardashian was so freaking small. In height. And Charlize Theron was seriously one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. And while I didn't see Edward early in the night I did see Rosalie, and Edward's parents. And I avoided them all.
When I saw Chelsea Simmons I was in two minds. She looked stunning in Valentino Red. Although I had no idea whether it was a Valentino gown or not. If you didn't know better you would have picked her as one of the celebrity guests, they all seemed to be just that much better dressed and styled than everyone else. However I was relieved that she was here having pre dinner drinks. It mean she was unlikely to be here as Edward's guest, which was a relief.
Alice was right, it was fun, and JP was such a bitch when it came to women and their dresses. He was hilarious.
We were finally called to dinner and I have to say I was pretty happy when I saw just how large the Hilton ballroom was and just how many tables were in it. The chances of Edward seeing me were slim to none. While I wanted desperately to see him, I wasn't entirely sure his reaction to seeing me here would be favorable. He would know I was working. And that would not be good. If he even cared.
JP figured out what table we were on and began weaving his way through the throng to our seats, dragging me along by the hand. He seemed to be leading us closer and closer to the front where Edward would be seated, which was unnerving me. We ended up one row of tables back and a little off to the side. Pretty close, but hopefully not close enough that Edward would pick me out in the crowd.
People continued to mingle until it was time to announce the main guests.
And this is where my night really began.
Edward entered and was….there are no words for this man in a tuxedo.
Except for those being whispered in my ear.
"I want to fuck him. I really, really do."
Yeah, I didn't need that visual either.
I tore my eyes away from Edward and looked at JP. I could tell by the way he was eyeing Edward that he was dead serious. And I couldn't help but laugh at him.
A couple of the women on the table commented on how handsome or sexy or gorgeous our president was. I said nothing. I couldn't. I don't think I could be trusted in that moment to hold everything I felt for this man in. I suddenly felt extremely possessive.
Dinner was served and the people on our table chatted and laughed. JP held court which thankfully saved me from having to participate too much. It meant I could pay attention to the main table, where Edward was being visited by various people, some I recognized, some I didn't.
I had noticed Chelsea Simmons sitting at a table in the front row, not far from Edward. She was with her father and several other notable people, including George Clooney and Steven Spielberg. Lucky bitch. But I had yet to see her with Edward.
At one point JP leaned over to me and whispered into my ear, "he's looking for someone."
"Who?"
"The president. Look," I looked up at him as I took a large sip of my wine, "he's not listening to that red head sitting next to him that's banging on about something, trying to get him to look down her top. He's been looking for someone all night."
"You perhaps?" I said sarcastically, as my heart beat faster.
"Oh darling, I could only dream. No. He's definitely looking for someone. Maybe it's that awful Chelsea Simmons woman…"
"She's not awful," I defended. "Is she?" My voice rising a little more than usual at the end.
"Are you serious? Her eyes are too far apart. And she has a big ass."
"Oh, you're harsh!"
"I just call them as I see them."
Personally, I thought he was wrong. But it kind of made me do a little happy dance inside.
Our dinner plates were cleared and we were then forced to sit through speeches, and awards and then more speeches. The whole time JP sat very close to me with his arm around the back of my chair so he could keep whispering inappropriate comments into my ear. Especially about the lady from the White House Correspondents Association who kept vying for Edward's attention. He was vicious, but I couldn't help the feeling that he was right. The woman was throwing herself at him, and he did not seem interested in the slightest.
When Edward made his speech he was charming, witty, funny and at times oozed sex appeal. JP was silent during his speech, unable to take his eyes off him. Thank the Lord, because I just didn't need the distraction.
Edward finished up and JP turned, whispering into my ear, "every man and woman in this room wants to have sex with him."
"All of them?" I giggled.
"Every last one. Even the straight men. That's how good looking he is. I mean, look at the way George Clooney is laughing at him. Trust me. He wants him."
"I think Stacey might have a problem with that."
"No. No I don't think she would. I'm sure she'd be happy to watch." Again, the visual wasn't something I needed in my head right now. But I couldn't help but laugh at JP's obsession.
"He's looking over here."
What? I looked up and sure enough Edward was looking in the direction of our table, squinting. No. There was no way he'd be able to spot us from there. Surely. He looked away and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Jimmy Kimmel was hilarious. Shortly after all of the formalities seemed to be done with and the night was almost over. I excused myself from our table, busting to go to the toilet.
The gossip in the toilets about Edward was hilarious. The women were all talking about how sexy he was. If only they really knew.
On the way out of the toilet I was approached by a fairly serious looking guy in a tux.
"Excuse me Ms Dwyer." I hated being referred to as Ms.
"Yes," I replied quietly.
"Would you follow me please." It was not a question.
"Is there a problem?"
"No not at all," he smiled, easing my concern. "Your presence has been requested."
AN: No offence intended to the woman from the WHCA…I'm sure you're lovely and would not throw yourself at a real president.