Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 15

I was avoiding Elvis when we were back at Graceland. The last thing I wanted to talk about was why I kissed my boss at the concert. There was nothing to talk about. I was kind of forced into kissing my boss.

Pere pressure really one might say. Maybe he would not even want to talk about it. Elvis had gone off to Sun Records that morning when I was out jogging. I went out jogging early in the morning. Way earlier then when Elvis woke. I planned it that way.

We would have to talk at some time. I just was not ready to talk right now. I was back in the kitchen there at Graceland. I cut myself a piece of grape- fruit for breakfast.

I sprinkle some sugar on some of it. And I get myself a cup of coffee. Then head to the counter to have breakfast. I sigh. I was tired. I needed a shower. I was sweaty from the little jog I had this morning. I notice a magazine there on the counter along with Elvis personal mail.

I gasp when I notice that I was on the front cover of one. It was one of Elvis kissing me at the concert. There was a headline "Is Elvis Over Ginger?" it stated on the cover that I attended his concert. And that I might be more, than his nurse.

They think or assumed Elvis and I were dating now?? I fume inside. Elvis planned this! He knew the press would be there. He knew I would have to kiss him! Then he knew it might make Ginger jealous!

That was why he asked me to go to the concert with him. He wanted a female there with him. To make it look like he was not alone. The jerk! I groan. Now all of Memphis assumed I was dating my boss now.

That was anything but true. We were not an item. And we were not anything! I had to call my best friend. She was going to think that we were dating! I bet she already saw this. The phone rings. I head over to answer it.

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"Hello Graceland, home of Elvis Presley" I answer.

"Sandra! I am so glad you answered" Ginger says on the other end.

I groan inwardly. "What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to check in just to see how he is doing. And if he is keeping on track. I am not heartless you know, and I wanted to see how you were doing?" Ginger asks me.

"I am not dating Elvis if that is why you are calling. I attended the concert with him because he asked me to. I was kind of tricked into kissing him because everyone else in the front row is. Then the press snapped that photo of us" I ramble on.

She laughs. "Thanks for letting me know. That is not why I was calling"

"Oh sorry" I sigh.

"No worries. I really wanted to know how he is" she informs me.

I take a deep breath. "Well he is keeping on track. He lost some weight. He is working hard"

"Good! That makes me so happy. I do miss him. But I had to move on" she mutters. "Elvis will always have a special place in my heart. Always. I hope he keeps doing well"

"Me to" I reply as Elvis saunters into the room. Elvis smiles at me. He was wearing a colorful blue and purple print shirt with snug blue jeans and a leather jacket. His sunglasses rest on top of his head. "I better get off the phone. My boss is here" I tell her.

"Oh, Elvis is there? With you now? I will let you go. Thanks" Ginger replies.

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We hang up.

"You did not have to get off your call because of me" Elvis mutters.

"Elvis, we need to talk" I begin to say. I grab the magazine. "You knew the press was going to be at the concert. You knew I was going to have to kiss you" I tell him as I show him the magazine.

He looks floored by what I am saying. "I knew. I did it" he admits to me.

My cheeks grow red. "Why? Why did you do that to me?" I demand to know.

"Ginger!" he admits. "I was hoping to get a rise out of her. I was hoping to make her a little jealous. That she would care a little bit and come back to me" he mutters. "But that did not work"

"Elvis I am not a pawn in your game of chess" I warn him sternly. I was fuming inside with hurt and anger.

"I am truly sorry for what I did. But I am not over Ginger yet. I want to get her back" he sighs out an explanation. "I will never use you again in that way. Please accept my apology" he begs me.

I nod. "Alright" I agree.

"I do not like being alone. And I did not want to show up at the concert alone. They always talk about me all the time. Spreading lies. Spreading truth. I am always in the headlines" he grumbles. "So, it would be humiliating for me to be there and be seen without a date" he explains.

"Elvis you could have asked me to be your date" I sigh.

His eyes grow wide with surprise. "Oh no not like that. Not like a date date. No, just as friends. I would have agreed to that" I ramble out nervously.

"You really would have helped me out?" he wonders.

"Oh yes I would have helped you" I agree with a nod.

"Would you have still kissed me at the concert?" he teases playfully.

Now I am blushing. "Ah no" I laugh. "no"

"For what is was worth I would have to rate that kiss a ten" he teases me.

I blush. "You did not even notice out of all the women you were kissing there" I scoff.

He nods. "Oh no, I would" he leans in a little closer to me. "You are a very good kisser"

I laugh then move back a little bit away from him. "What made me a better kisser out of all those other women you kissed?" I want to know.

"Well, they expected the kiss. You were surprised that I went for it. Your lips were not dry or cracked. A lot of women have dry lips before I kiss them. Your lips were soft. Plump. Ready to be kissed" he tells me. "Have they been properly kissed in a long time?" he wants to know as his gaze falls down on my lips.

"I have not had any time to date. Being a nurse keeps one busy" I remind him.

"Too bad. Everyone needs someone to love" he jokes.

"Listen boss man. I am going to take a shower. I am done with breakfast. And I had a nice jog. You are welcome to join me for another one this afternoon if you want" I change the subject.

He nods. But does not look thrilled about running. "Sure" he agrees. "I will be happy to join you"

"Good! You missed our morning jog" I point out.

"Someone got up early. Way before me" he teases.

"I am sorry. I had a restless night" I admit. "I will see you this afternoon" I tell him.

"It is a date" he jokes.

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I grin. He winks at me and I head up the stairs. That was a close one. I could not give Elvis another chance to kiss me. We were going to be over stepping boundaries here. He was my boss. I get undressed once I was in my own room.

I hop in the shower. It felt good to get out of those sweaty cloths I had on. I blow dry my hair when I was out of the shower and I was all dressed. I add a touch of make-up. I still had to call my best friend to let her know I was not dating Elvis Presley.

How could people think Elvis was with a no one such as me? I was nothing special. Elvis could have a beautiful starlit. Or a model. Anyone he wished. Why would he want me? He would not want me. He did not want me. I just happened to be around for now. And he needed help. I was over thinking things. I needed to move on.

Let it go. And forget the kiss even happened. But it had. And it was the best kiss of my life. It left my lips tingling. And wanting more. But there could be no more. He was my boss. We did not need to cross any more boundaries. The doorbell rings. I hear talking down at the end of the hallway. I am curious to who was there at Graceland.

I get to the staircase. I see them.

Priscilla with Lisa Marie and Mike Stone.

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"Daddy!" exclaims a happy little Lisa Marie. She hugs Elvis.

He looked thrilled they were there.

"Elvis who is that?" Cilla asks as she points to me where I stood at the top of the stairs.

Elvis holds Lisa in his embrace. "Oh, that is my nurse. She lives here to help keep watch over me. Her name is Sandra McCall. Miss. McCall will not bother us" he tells us.

Like I am a no one. I thought we were friends. But with Cilla around I seemed to be just the nurse.

"Hello!" Cilla greets me.

"Hi, I will be getting out of your way" I tell them.

I rush out of there.

What was I to Elvis anyway?

His friend? His worker? Nothing at all?

I felt confused. He confused me to no end. I had to get that kiss out of my head. I was just a nurse. I heard it right from his own lips. Just his nurse. Just some girl he kissed.

I fight bitter tears back. It was more than a kiss for me. But I could never let him know that. I hated being here. I needed to go as soon as I could. I would have to find out if Elvis was doing better. If he did not need me. And then I could be on my way. And be freed from his spell. I did not belong here.

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