Accidental Cinderella

"That was a very erotic kiss guys—-exactly what we're looking for! Great job...I'm not sure about the heels, though. Did they make much of a difference? Or would the height discrepancy without them make it even sexier? What do you think?" She turned to Dianne.

"I've got an idea but I want to talk it over with the playwright first. Maybe we can tweak the character of Kyle just slightly to make the play a bit more interesting—-and a bit more risque."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later," said Sharon.

When he finally got home to his tiny, lonely apartment in the Village, he threw himself down on the bed and wondered despairingly what he'd gotten himself into. What was he doing! He tried to think about everything calmly. It was a struggle. Rehearsals were set to begin in two days. Should he back out now? Or should he go through with it? This was all crazy to even consider.

Dianne's words had stung him. His already fragile ego had been wounded. Being referred to as "swishy" and "a gay boy" had deflated a notion he had secretly clung to, even if only subconsciously. That it would be apparent that he wasn't gay was never broached by anyone at all at the auditions. On the contrary, they seemed to accept it without any question. But the rude bitch, Dianne, was really too much. Even if he was gay, she should have been more sensitive than that. In this day and age people should know better. It just went to show you how certain successful people could be as rude and unsympathetic as they wanted as long as they held onto the reigns of power and influence. Those people were rarely criticized because other people feared for their jobs. It wasn't fair. Maybe she was envious, who knew? She was definitely unattractive, somewhat overweight, and frumpy. She had passed her prime a few years ago, and was on the down hill slide. The other one, Sharon, was nicer, and quite attractive. She was more understanding and less ego-driven. She herself had referred to Roddrick quietly as a "hottie." Maybe Dianne was jealous.

He was attractive, Cary had to admit. Not that he noticed such things very often, but when you're that close to someone, looking into their eyes...and kissing them, well...hmm...

He thought about it again as he opened the twist-off and took some sips from the wine. He again felt Roddrick's hands around his waist, felt himself being pulled closer, felt his lips on his —-re-experienced the sensation of shifting in the high heels that tightly hugged his small feet.

Yes.

Roddrick definitely knew how to hold a girl-—err, guy I mean—and make him feel wanted. Good sense of humor too. He took the edge off of Cary's stress a couple of times by his witty asides, referring to Dianne under his breath once as goddess Ishtar. He was seeming now to be the best thing about going back to the theater.

But now how was that possible that he could be thinking that way about a man that he'd just been kissing?

As it turned out he had no more time to contemplate his precarious situation. His cell phone rang around 8:20 pm, and it was Dianne calling him from home. She told him that she and Sharon had had discussions with the playwright and some minor alterations were being written into the script. She needed him to be back at the theater at ten the next morning to discuss the changes and make sure he was okay with going ahead. She was very abrupt, in a rush, and apparently wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible...