Hot Pursuit

Chapter 6

[Georgina's POV]

"Interesting."

I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. It was getting too late already and I could feel the slight drowsiness surround me like a blanket because of the coziness in Kieran's place. I stifled a yawn, trying to keep myself awake while gripping the recorder in my hand. Looking up to glance at Kieran again, I caught him observing me across the room. I squinted my eyes as he smiled back at me. I did not want to ruin this entire opportunity so I asked another question again.

"Are you and Penelope dating?"

To keep it safe, I tried to circle around the subject while dissecting every expression on his face as I hit him with my queries. Assuming that I still don't have a clue about the real deal between him and my famous friend, I put on an eager look on my face. Kieran's eyes sparkled as soon as he heard what I just asked him. He suddenly sat straight and smirked as he put the glass in his hand on the coffee table between us. He languidly took his time, probably trying to test my patience but I was not giving up as I waited. He licked his lips, he looked a little guarded but I could totally see how he liked where this whole interview was heading. He was amused and I felt a little challenged.

"I think we've already established that it was just a one-time thing," he stated briefly, tilting his head to one side with a curve on his lips, "I was attracted to her and she felt the same. It's just how it works in this business. And you already knew that, anyway."

I snorted, smiling at his laidback answer as I rolled my eyes at him. Kieran laughed softly. The sound of his laughter filling in the silence between us. But I was starting to really feel too sleepy so I finally voiced out my concern. I could not just ignore the feeling anymore and I raised another request.

"Can I have some coffee?"

Kieran must have been expecting another personal question coming at him because right after I had asked for a coffee, he looked at me in bewilderment before laughing louder again. I felt shy all of a sudden but his humor was contagious that I was immediately inflicted with it. Before I even realized it, I was already laughing together with him. 

"Alright, I'll make you some," he politely obliges, still laughing as he spoke. I really did want to have some coffee though. But maybe he found it hilarious that I would be asking it out of the blue. And since he was not one to ignore the needs of his guest, he stood from the couch and headed his way to the kitchen again. I watched him from my seat, still smiling while he worked on the coffee maker. He turned and opened a cupboard, taking two mugs from the inside, still smiling. He was going to make one for each of us. And something about this entire scene felt a little too domestic.

Well, don't get too ahead of it, girl.

I began blushing at my own thoughts. And realizing what I was trying to implicate, I looked away from Kieran and down to the coffee table in front of me. That was embarrassing. Lucky enough, Kieran can never read my mind. Sometimes, I just really hate my own tendency of romanticizing situations like this. I knew it was too good to be true to spent this night alone with a really famous and hot guy like Kieran and I knew I would still end up trying to fantasize about what could happen. But then again, I must not give in to the tempting ideas inside my head. I should be more cautious. I should really keep my watch. This was not about us together alone in this cozy place tonight... This was about the interview with him.

"Miss Georgina?"

And as if trying to make it a point, I did not even notice that Kieran was now leaning close beside me with the hot mug in his hand. He had already made the coffee and I sheepishly took it from him, without meeting his eyes. Mumbling a "thank you" I went on and sipped the very warm contents of the black coffee. Then as soon as Kieran settled on the couch again, he suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry," he said, and it surprised me as I met his concerned eyes with my confused ones. "I didn't ask how you would like it. Do you want some creamer? More sugar?"

I chuckled at his words as I found it pleasing to hear that he would even be too considerate to think that way. I simply shook my head with a smile on my face as I took another gulp of the warm coffee in my hand.

Then I said, "It's fine. I always liked my coffee black."

We took our time savoring the caffeine into my system and I spent a few minutes staring out to the windows. This was when I realized that this entire situation is just too bizarre for me. I could not get over the fact that I was stalking Kieran just a while ago in the club and now I was actually having a cup of coffee with him in his own place. What a twist of events, honestly. And I found it too funny that I was starting to chuckle on my own, stealing Kieran's attention across the room.

"What? Why are you laughing?" he suddenly asked out of amusement and curiosity. I looked at him and shook my head again.

"Nothing..." I told him, while still chuckling, then I added, "I still just could not believe it."

"What?"

"You and me."

"What do you mean?" Kieran said while smiling at my pointless humor.

"Right now," I let out a sigh, my laughter dying down as I looked out of the windows again. "I still just could not believe it."