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Reese: The feeling is mutual babe.
Paisley: Trucks and planes? Am I not lady enough for princesses?
Reese: Believe me, you’re all fucking woman. But the only girl coloring books I could find were Frozen. I think it’s time you write that letter.
Paisley: Haha. Thank you for sparing me from another coloring of Olaf. I’ve made him every possible color by now. I’m not a traditionalist.
Reese: I knew that from the moment I saw you. It’s why I like you so damn much.
Seriously, this man is very quickly burying a hole in my heart.
Paisley: Swedish Fish?
Reese: A little sweet from your fish . . .
Paisley: Cute but kind of lame attempt at explaining.
Reese: Be happy you got them at all. I was tempted to stuff them in my own bag.
Paisley: Well, thank you. I love everything.
Reese: When do you get here? I’ve been through enough interviews and promo ads for USA Swimming that I’m about to lose my mind.
Thanks to Bellini, I’m on the earliest flight ever out of Los Angeles, and of course it wasn’t a direct flight. I got to stop in Denver. And even though Denver is a huge airport with a lot to do, it’s also a huge airport and therefore has delays. My flight is about two hours late. I had to call ahead to make sure Bellini’s room was prepared for her and blessed by a priest. The hotel manager was very kind. Bellini, on the other hand, was irritated I wouldn’t be there when she arrived. I held my tongue from lashing out at her, explaining I could be there if she’d let me travel in her private jet with her, like every other personal assistant.
Paisley: You realize you have a big weekend right? Like you have to swim . . .
Reese: Minor detail.
Paisley: Are you ready?
Reese: I’m always ready baby. It’s not my first rodeo.
Paisley: Well it’s mine. I’m kind of a nervous wreck over here. I don’t know how you do it.
Reese: I just think of your tits at the end of the pool, I try to race to them as quickly as possible.
I snort and shake my head. Typical man.
Paisley: You’re ridiculous.
Reese: I’m really not. Have you seen your tits? Like actually looked at them? Well, I have, but only briefly. You haven’t given me clearly enough time with them, but from what I could observe in my short time, I not only deemed them the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever come across, but they literally can make anyone have a boner.
Paisley: Is that so?
Reese: Let’s see. They’re pierced, round, perky and the perfect size for my hand. Yup, by far the best.
“Excuse me, I’m sitting there,” someone calls out, pulling me away from my phone.
Standing above the old lady is a petite, sun-kissed, honey-haired girl. Her hair is just below her chin and framed in beach waves. Her eyes are a dark green and her makeup is beautifully on point, accentuating her features so they stand out but not offensively.
“Ma’am, I’m in the window seat,” the girl says again to the old lady who hasn’t moved. She glances at me, looking for help so I poke the elderly woman, praying she isn’t dead.
“Ma’am, are you okay?”
She still doesn’t move or acknowledge either of us, so panic sets in. Holy shit, she’s dead.
“Umm, I think I will get a flight attendant,” the girl says.
