Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

[ddey333]

She clearly realized I wasn't in the best of moods and decided not to say anything further. But when Aishwarya looks you in the eyes and smiles, any anger you might have had vanishes in an instant. Eventually, I said,

"Okay, this explains a lot. You're Aishwarya Rai aren't you?"

"So they tell me."

"And all those people were-"

"Journalists," she said. "My flight came in late so I missed the press conference earlier today. And my Manager thought it would be a good idea to let the top tabloids and film blogs get one-on-one interviews with me. We've gone way over time."

"I'm sorry, I hadn't realized it was you. I just figured with all the noise coming from your room and all the men apparently lining up..."

A confused look crept across her face and suddenly I realized how I sounded. I would not blame her if she were to hit me.

"Damn. I'm sorry, I'm not implying...it's just...sorry. I'm really tired," I stammered.

To my surprise, she laughed and said, "No no, don't apologize. I get it. If there's a long line of men entering a girl's hotel room late at night; that girl's likely to be an actress or a hooker."

'Just remember that you said that and not me,' I chuckled.

I was glad to see she was apparently not the stuck-up diva I was half expecting. In fact, she seemed anything but a huge movie star. She was shorter than me, my age and wearing a surprisingly pedestrian jeans and shirt ensemble. She could've passed as an average university student.

"I would've thought someone of your status would be up in the luxurious hotels," I said.

"Some foreign diplomat has booked out the place," she replied before asking, "You know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours."