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时尚女魔头 穿普拉达的恶魔 英文原版-第30部分

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  watching the floor and patiently waiting for me to join him。

  “Sorry;” I said as I shuffled aboard。

  “No problem;” he near…whispered; intently studying the wood…paneled 
  floor。 “It’ll get easier。”

  “What? I’m sorry; I didn’t hear what you—”

  “Nothing; nothing。 Here you are; miss。 Have a nice evening。” The 
  door opened to the lobby; where Emily was loudly chattering on her 
  Cell Phone。 She clicked it closed when she saw me。

  “How’d it go? No problem; right?”

  I thought about telling her what had transpired; wished fervently 
  that she could be a sympathetic coworker; that we could be a team; 
  but I knew I’d just be setting myself up for another verbal 
  lashing。So not interested right now。

  “It was totally fine。 No problems at all。 They were eating dinner 
  and I just left everything exactly where you said。”

  “Good。 Well; that’s what you’ll do every night。 Then just take the 
  car Home and you’re done。 Anyway; have fun at Marshall’s party 
  tonight。 I’d definitely go; but I have a bikini wax appointment I 
  just can’t cancel—do you believe they’re booked for the next two 
  months? And it’s the middle of winter; too。 It must be all the 
  people who are going on winter vacations。 Right? I just can’t 
  understand why every woman in New York needs a bikini wax right now。 
  It’s just so strange; but hey; what can you do?”

  My head pounded to the tempo of her voice; and it seemed that no 
  matter what I did or how I responded; I was sentenced to forever 
  listen to her talk about bikini waxes。 It may have been better to 
  have her scream at me about interrupting Miranda’s dinner。

  “Yeah; what can you do? Well; I’d better get going; I told James I’d 
  meet him at nine and it’s already ten after。 See you tomorrow?”

  “Yep。 Will do。 Oh; just so you know; now that you’re pretty much 
  trained; you’ll still get in at seven; but I don’t e in until 
  eight。 Miranda knows—it’s understood that the senior assistant es 
  in later since she works so much harder。” I almost lunged at her 
  throat。 “So just go through the morning routine like I taught you。 
  Call me if you have to; but you should know the drill by now。 ’Bye!” 
  She hopped into the backseat of the second car that was waiting in 
  front of the building。

  “’Bye!” I trilled; a giant fake smile plastered on my face。 The 
  driver made a move to get out of the car and open the door for me; 
  but I told him I was fine to let myself into the backseat。 “The 
  Plaza; please。”

  James had been waiting for me on the stairs outside even though it 
  couldn’t have been more than twenty degrees。 He’d gone Home to 
  change and looked very; very skinny in black suede pants and a white 
  ribbed tank top; which showed off his expertly applied midwinter 
  bottle tan。 I still looked appropriately amateurish in my Gap 
  miniskirt。

  “Hey; Andy; how’d the Book dropping…off go?” We waited in line to 
  check our coats and I had immediately spotted Brad Pitt。

  “Ohmigod; you’re joking。 Brad Pitt’s here?”

  “Yeah; well; Marshall does Jennifer’s hair; natch。 So she must be 
  here also。 Really; Andy; maybe next time you’ll believe me when I 
  tell you to stick with me。 Let’s get a drink。”

  The Reese and Johnny spottings had e back to back; and by the 
  time oneA 。M。 rolled around; I’d had four drinks and was happily 
  gabbing away with a fashion assistant fromVogue 。 We were discussing 
  bikini waxes。 Passionately。 And it didn’t even bother me。Christ; I 
  thought; as I weaved through the crowd looking for James; flashing a 
  giant kiss…ass smile in the general direction of Jennifer Aniston 
  when I passed by—this isn’t a half…bad party。 But I was tipsy; I had 
  to be at work again in less than six hours; and I hadn’t been Home 
  in nearly twenty…four; so when I spotted James making out with one 
  of the colorists from Marshall’s salon; I was just about to duck out 
  when I felt a hand in the small of my back。

  “Hey;” said the gorgeous guy I’d spotted earlier lurking in the 
  corner。 I waited for him to realize that he’d approached the wrong 
  girl; that I must’ve looked the same as his girlfriend from behind; 
  but he just smiled even wider。 “Not so talkative; are you?”

  “Oh; and saying ‘hey’ makes you articulate; I guess?”Andy! Shut your 
  mouth! I berated silently。Some absolutely beautiful man approaches 
  you out of the blue at a party full of celebrities and you tell him 
  off right away? But he didn’t seem offended; and even though it 
  didn’t seem possible; his smile increased in size to an all…out 
  grin。

  “Sorry;” I muttered while examining my nearly empty drink。 “My 
  name’s Andrea。 There。 I think that’s a much better way of 
  beginning。” I stuck out my hand and wondered what he wanted。

  “Actually; I liked your way just fine。 Name’s Christian。 A pleasure 
  to meet you; Andy。” He pushed a brown curl out of his left eye and 
  took a swig from a bottle of Budweiser。 He looked vaguely familiar; 
  I decided; but I couldn’t place him。

  “Bud; huh?” I asked; pointing to his hand。 “I didn’t think they 
  served something so lowbrow at a party like this。”

  He laughed; a deep; hearty laugh instead of the chuckle I’d 
  expected。 “You sure do say what you think; don’t you?” I must’ve 
  looked mortified; because he smiled again and said; “No; no; that’s 
  a good thing。 And a rare thing; especially in this industry。 I 
  couldn’t bring myself to drink champagne from a straw out of a 
  minibottle; you know? Something fairly emasculating about that。 So 
  the bartender dug one of these out of the kitchen somewhere。” 
  Another curl push; but it fell back in his eye the moment he took 
  his hand away。 He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his 
  black sport coat and offered it to me。 I took one and proceeded to 
  drop it immediately; seizing the opportunity to examine him while I 
  reached down to retrieve it。

  It landed a few inches from his shiny; square…toed loafers that 
  sported the irrefutable Gucci tassel; and on the way up I noticed 
  that his Diesel jeans were the perfect parts faded; long; and wide 
  enough at the bottom that they dragged a little behind the shiny 
  loafers; the ends frayed from repeated interaction with the soles。 A 
  black belt; probably Gucci but thankfully not recognizable; kept the 
  jeans riding in the perfect low spot below his waist; where he had 
  tucked in a plain white cotton T…shirt—one that even though it 
  easily could have been a Hanes was definitely an Armani or a Hugo 
  Boss and was put in place only to offset his beautiful plexion。 
  His black blazer looked just as expensive and well cut; perhaps even 
  custom…made to fit his average…size but inexplicably sexy frame; and 
  it was his green eyes that manded the most attention。 Seafoam; I 
  thought; remembering the old J。Crew colors we’d loved so much in 
  high school; or perhaps just a straightforward teal。 The height; the 
  build; the whole package looked vaguely like Alex; just with a whole 
  lot more Euro style and a whole lot less Abercrombie。 Slightly 
  cooler; slightly better looking。 Definitely older; right around 
  thirty。 And probably much too slick。

  He immediately produced a flame and leaned in close to make sure my 
  cigarette had caught。 “So what brings you to a party like this; 
  Andrea? Are you one of the lucky few who can call Marshall Madden 
  her own?”

  “No; I’m afraid not。 At least not yet; although he wasn’t all that 
  subtle in telling me that I probably should be。” I laughed; noticing 
  for a brief moment that I wasdesperate to impress this stranger。 “I 
  work atRunway 。 One of the beauty guys dragged me here。”

  “Ah;Runway magazine; huh? Cool place to work; if you’re into S&M and 
  that sort of thing。 How do you like it?”

  I wasn’t sure if he meant S&M or the job itself; but I considered 
  the possibility that he got it; that he was enough of an insider to 
  know that it wasn’t exactly how it appeared to those on the outside。 
  Perhaps I should charm him with the nightmare involved in dropping 
  off the Book earlier that night? No; no; I had no idea who this guy 
  was 。 。 。 for all I knew he also worked atRunway in some far…flung 
  department I hadn’t even seen yet; or maybe for another Elias…Clark 
  magazine。 Or maybe; just maybe; he was one of those sneakyPage Six 
  reporters that Emily had so carefully warned me against。 “They just 
  appear;” she’d said ominously。 “They just appear and try to trick 
  you into saying something juicy about Miranda orRunway 。 Just be 
  aware。” Between that and the tracking ID cards; I was quite sure 
  thatRunway ’s surveillance put the mob to shame。 TheRun
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