Getting It Real

City lights of Norway's Street glimmered in Noelle's eyes as A&E switched the billboard-like television at the center of their skyscraper, flashing the new endorsers of their brand. They all knew it was a pretentious act to conceal their illegal acts.

Blake's question got her stunned. She was a little deprived of any answers.

Getting real… does he mean he wanted some kind of relationship between them?

Noelle narrowed her eyes, querying, "With me? You wanted to be with me?"

Everything about love was new to her. She hasn't got any boyfriend at all, but Noelle was offered one now. How can she fulfill Blake's wishes when she came from a conservative family? Though cynical, it wouldn't be used as an excuse now.

"Yeah, I wanted you to be my girlfriend, Noelle." Blake was incredulous.

Noelle dropped her jaw. An engagement from the man she barely knows, but touching her heart in an outlandish way. Noelle turned to the side, and bit her bottom lip.

"You are uncertain of me, aren't you?" Blake stated. No words come out of Noelle's lips.

Incomprehensibly, Noelle protested, "How can I be certain of my answer when you drop those words suddenly?"

She slung her bag on the other side, and turned in another street, leaving Blake trailing.

What a perplexing woman. How can she be that foreign to relationships?

Blake stood beside her, tried to reach out her hand, but Noelle stayed away from him.

She finds his actions odd. How can he ask her to go out after she got hired?

"We have sex earlier, but what I find funny about you, Blake, you keep on asking woman to have a relationship with you after training, right? To what, to strengthen the relation?"

Noelle blurted out instantly. It may sound ridiculous to others, but she didn't come to A&E to befriend and love someone. Noelle furrowed her eyebrows.

"Just because we got united together meant we can be in a relationship. I think I have a clue why do you want to be my boyfriend, for you to release an orgasm, right?"

A&E allows sex outside the premises only if the two people are in a relationship. Now that Blake helped Noelle nonstop, he's asking for another favor. At this moment, Noelle couldn't do it. What he insists is hilarious, and she has a thought to protect herself.

"I knew you wanted me to be used as a toy, but Blake, you entered this job because you are the same as me before. Try to pinch your shaft to satisfy yourself and not use another woman to attain that pleasure. I am not here in A&E to fall in love…"

One minute they're jumping at each other, but now, Noelle got pissed off.

"I am here because of my mother, and I want to thank you for your help, Blake."

Noelle creased her forehead and walked away, leaving Blake in a trance.

Indeed, she's unusual. Blake watched as she goes away.

He smirked, retrieving a cigarette inside his slacks, and murmured, "She's atypical. I wonder how I can win her over."

He lighted the cigar's butt and puffed hugely.

…

Morning came, but Noelle knew she didn't sleep well. She turned to the side, staring at the balcony, and wondered if the sun is good today. Looking far to the curtains, it must be sunny. She slid out of the bed in her panties and sleeveless shirt, swinging it aside.

The first thing that comes to her mind was Blake. He didn't call or sent a message earlier.

How can a man ask for a relationship after sex? They must have existed everywhere.

"Including Dad, who went away abroad and left me with an ill mother," Noelle stated, sniggering. Men, sometimes, are trash.

She's about to wash her face when a knock came at the door.

Noelle went to the door to receive it—or if it was even a breakfast or what?

She was welcomed with a large bouquet of roses in a basket by a delivery man.

"It's for you, young woman," the driver announced. Noelle gasped.

"For me?"

"Yes, it came from a gentleman named Blake Villano."

Noelle opened the card hanging at the top of the basket's handle.

"Good morning. Your cheeks are as blooming as these roses. Have a nice day."

She received it from the delivery man and signed the paper he needed. Noelle swallowed, coming inside the hotel room, staring persistently at the roses. How come that Blake has a way to move her heart, even if she had a hard time not to?

"He doesn't have to send the roses if he wasn't serious," Noelle stated.

Believing Blake that fast will be Noelle's death wish. He's the first, but she's not his dream.

Hurrying to retrieve her cell phone, she dialed Blake's number, and tapped her feet impatiently. That guy was getting on her nerves. If she received another set of flowers tomorrow, it'll be the death of Noelle.

"Why did you send me flowers?" It's the first words she stated after Blake answered the call.

"Didn't you like it? I bet this is the first time you received flowers."

"You don't have to say that to me. Yes, I'm very proud to say you are the first one. Though, it's inappropriate to send it to me when I'm not even allowing you to court me," Noelle raised her voice. She hung up quickly, and threw the cell phone beside the flowers.

Noelle turned to the mirror, staring at her reflection, and exhaled.

Blake liked this kind of face? In this kind of mess? What was in his mind?

…

For a few weeks, Blake was persistent on courting. Every week, he sends flowers. Other days, Noelle will receive breakfasts, or even dinner. Noelle didn't get along with him pretty well. She was focused on the scripts arriving in her hotel room, and reading them one-by-one.

Some of the scripts were good, but only a few captivated her the most.

When that day comes, the one Noelle feared, Blake didn't send anything.

They didn't talk for a few days. He was busy with the scenes he had to film, too.

Noelle got used to a man's kiss now. 2 weeks, 10 men. Still, no sex, the director was afraid she might get shocked. Noelle stated it's alright, but they resorted to body entertainment for now. Some days, Noelle danced in front of the camera while stripping off.

It was seamlessly new to her. But what Noelle liked in her achievements so far… she didn't need Blake anymore. She became independent with her deeds, the porn scenes, the kissing ones, and even learnt from every director.

She is started to like the job, but as days go by without further notice, Blake felt like a stranger. His courting suddenly stopped, and… in a unique and rarest day of her life did she realize how much she missed him.

Right after the scene of stripping off, Noelle let the staff wore her skirt. She covered her body with

She took care of her hair in clip, heading straight down to his office.

Noelle already held the doorknob, but it was impossible not to be nervous.

She composed herself further, ready to confront Blake. Noelle knocked at the door three times, and swung it open, but what welcomed her is not Blake's authority in reading scripts…

He is kissing a woman at the top of the table, his hand inside her thigh, and the woman's arms clung to his shoulders. Right after the door swung open, the woman pushed Blake away, surprised to see another one coming in. Indeed, the building was full of lust.

Blake turned to the door, seeing Noelle's presence. She terribly shook.

So, his courting ended and made out with another woman? She gagged.

Noelle was a laughingstock being a fool to Blake's courteous love.

She banged the door close and walked away. Hearing it opening again, Blake must have followed her. "Noelle! Noelle!"

Noelle turned a corner, went to an empty elevator car, and pressed the button angrily.

Blake was fast like a cheetah and reached out to prevent the doors from opening.

Noelle glowered at him. Blake went inside, letting the doors close.

"What are you doing here?! Go back to your woman and kiss her again!"

She was acting tough, but little by little, Blake has a special place in her heart.

Noelle stayed at the side, clasping her hands to the railings, and let her breath take away.

Blake didn't say anything, went to the control room of the elevator, and pressed the 'hold'.

Surprised by her actions, she shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Blake didn't hesitate to kiss her in the middle of the elevator, pushing her to the walls, holding Noelle's wrists, yearning for her body scent. For the first time, she moaned, wanting to let go, but his kisses were sweltering.

It kept on wanting her. It kept on calling for her presence.

Blake held Noelle's wrists up ahead, and kissed her avidly.