Seth smiled to himself as he entered the room where the seamstresses worked. Her station was further down but he could see from the doorway that she didn't look good. He knew it was his doing and he felt a warmth inside that he hadn't experienced before. He liked it and he wanted more but for now he would have to play it cool and be his normal self.
"Hey Jael, how's my gear coming along?" He asked as he approached her.
"It's done," she said and handed him his pants.
He held them up and examined them.
"Looks good as always. You're the best, Jael," he said.
"Thanks," she said.
He watched her for a few seconds. It was clear she tried her best to hide that she was not in a good place but she couldn't fool him. Even if she had been a master at acting, he still knew.
"You don't look too good today. Is everything alright?" He asked in an innocent voice.
"I threw up last night and didn't get much sleep," she answered.
He held back a smile. So this was how she was gonna play it. Pretend to be sick and not mention a word about him being in her room.
"You threw up? You're not pregnant, are you?" He asked with a chuckle.
"No Seth, I'm not pregnant. That involves actually having sex with a man," she answered.
"But you did," the thought flushed through his mind but he didn't say it out loud.
He put the pants down on the table and stepped in front of her.
"Yeah, I heard your boyfriend left you. I'm sorry," he said and took her hand.
It was so soft and he briefly let his thumb brush over the back of it before she pulled it away from him.
"Boyfriend? I never had a boyfriend," she said.
He gave her a puzzled look.
"My girlfriend left me, Seth. I thought you knew about my sexuality. It's not like it's a secret," she said.
"Girlfriend? You swing both ways?" He asked.
"No, I'm a lesbian," she answered.
His thoughts were running wild. Was she really only into girls? It made sense why she wouldn't accept a drink from a man then and why she never seemed to send lustful eyes at him or any other male superstar for that matter. It also meant that he was the only man who got to have her and it was that thought he held on to. He bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from grinning.
"Anyway, I'm still sorry to hear about it. How about coming out with us again tonight? Get you drunk and find a rebound?" He asked.
She tensed up.
"No thanks, I'm taking an early flight," she answered.
"Okay. But the offer still stands no matter which town we're in," he said before taking his pants from the table again and leaving her.
He could wait. As a matter of fact, he would wait. He needed her to get away from this town and keep moving until their night together would just be a bad memory she thought would be behind her. When she was ready to open up again and allow herself to be a bit more vulnerable, he would strike again.