Part 2
Becky debated whether to leave her blouse on, on but open or go out in just her bra and Nick's smiley face boxers. The bra seemed the most suggestive and would certainly get her point of across. But jeez, to finally meet the object of her every sexual fantasy for the first time like that! Hey Nick, nice to meet you, here are my boobs. Becky rolled her eyes. Okay it's now or never. Becky smiled at her own joke. Letting her blouse fall in a satin heap on the floor, Becky turned the doorknob before she could stop herself and silently cursed Lynne for being the evil influence that she always had been. Two heads turned and Becky rushed forward, not having to fight hard to feign embarrassment. Nick's mouth fell open and Angie's eyes widened.
"Nick baby I hope you don't mind but I need something to wear after you ripped my thong- Oh hello." Becky stuck her hand out at Angie who ignored it.
"Who are you?" Angie asked, and a brief glance at Nick told Becky he was thinking the exact same thing.
"I'm Nick's girlfriend. It's all very hush hush so we'd appreciate it if you didn't mention anything about it. Nick can be so anal about his privacy." Becky nearly burst out laughing as she heard the words coming out her mouth. Oh God, Lynne's possessed my body!
"I see," Angie said stiffening.
"You look familiar....." Becky said, pretending to be trying to place her. She snapped her fingers. "I got it, you were in that Justin Timberlake video right?"
"Not hardly," Angie said in disgust. "I'm on radio."
"Oh....whoopsie. Did I just interrupt an interview?" Becky lifted her hand to her mouth in mock apology.
"Not quite," Nick said fighting the laughter ready to erupt.
"You radio people have always been so great to my baby and especially now with his solo thing." Becky braved herself to stroke Nick's arm suggestively. Nick watched her fingers, enjoying himself, in spite of the fact that this crazy woman stood in his hotel suite wearing his boxers and little else. Nice curvy body, he noticed. Nice boobs. Nick shook his head to focus back on the exchange between the two women.
"I promise when Nick finally decides to get that pickle out of his ass and go public with our steamy love affair that your station will be the first one we give the scoop to, how's that?" Becky offered. Angie's annoyance was practically palpable.
"Great," she said. "I'm outta here," Angie said stalking off towards the door.
"Ta Ta Andie" Becky called out. Angie turned back with a glare.
"Angie," she corrected slamming the door.
Nick finally let the laughter burst out of his mouth. "Oh that was fucking beautiful!" he said, doubled over.
Now Becky became self conscious and crossed her arms over her bra in a weak attempt at modesty. "Well, I guess I'll be leaving too. See ya." She rushed towards the door but Nick grabbed her arm.
"Nah, no you don't. I need to thank you for that."
"You’re welcome, bye," Becky said grabbing the doorknob.
"You gonna go out in your bra and my boxers?" Nick teased. "That would certainly get your point across."
"I heard her calling you a fag and I just wanted to make her eat her words," Becky explained.
"Thank you. I owe you huge, but what were you doing here in the first place?" Nick asked, enjoying her discomfort.
It was then that Becky got a good look at him. She sucked in her breath. Oh God, her weakness. He was wearing glasses.
"I....uh.....I...forgot." she said losing herself in the gorgeous blue of his eyes. Hell if he asked her own name right now, she'd have no idea.
"You forgot?" Nick asked, amused.
"I plead the fifth." Becky said.
"Relax, I'm not gonna have you arrested. You saved my butt today," Nick explained.
"You’re welcome."
"So what are you doing here?"
"I'm gonna get married in a week..." Becky started to explain. Nick's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
"You want me to sing at your wedding?"
"No, see Lynne came up-"
"Who's Lynne?"
"An evil, evil woman," Becky seethed.
"I see, I know, you want me to walk you down the aisle?"
"No!" Becky insisted.
"Okay, I'll shush. Please, continue." Nick lifted his hand towards her.
"Anyway, Lynne came up with the genius idea that as my final act as a single woman-"
"You wanna have sex with me?" Nick asked, his face reddening, but his jeans getting noticeably snug at the idea of bedding this yummy creature.
"I'm gonna hit you if you don't stop interrupting me," Becky threatened raising her hand.
"Sorry," Nick said smiling.
"Steal your boxers."
"Come again?" he asked.
"My last crazy act was to steal Nick Carter's boxer shorts."
"And walk out of here wearing them?" he asked laughing.
"That was not part of the plan. But when I heard that...that..."
"Evil woman?" Nick added.
"Right. When I heard her threatening to tell your fans you were gay well.... I got the inspired idea to help you out and now I have helped you so if you don't mind Nick, Mr. Carter," Becky corrected hoping that the formality would lessen her utter humiliation at standing half naked before him. "I'd appreciate if you could be a gentleman about this and just forget that I was up here and we'll both be on our way," Becky said, focusing on his collarbone, not trusting herself to look up into those beautiful eyes.
"You can have them," he said.
"Huh?"
"The boxers. I hate them. Aaron gave them to me as a joke on my birthday. You can keep them."
"Oh, okay," Becky said caught off guard.
"Now if you'll just wait right here I'll go into the bathroom and get your clothes, cause I really gotta pee."
Becky waited until she saw the bathroom door close and fell onto the bed, closing her eyes in utter disbelief at the events of the past twenty minutes. She could hear him relieving himself in the bathroom and smiled. Yes that's right Lynne. I'm listening to Nick Carter whizzing away. She buried her face in a pillow to stifle her laughter. The lack of light in the room suddenly startled her. Nick stopped mid-whiz and called out.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing. I think the power's gone out," Becky said sitting up on the bed. Nick continued to relieve himself and after washing his hands he stepped out of the bathroom to see Becky, looking out the window.
"Yep. All gone. No power anywhere," she told him.
"Ah crap."
"You're telling me. Lynne's probably still in the bar waiting for me to come down with your boxers. You think the elevators are out too?" Becky asked nervously.
"I'd say so. You planning to walk all the way down?" Nick asked pulling out a flashlight.
Becky grimaced. "No choice," she said bracing herself for the long downward climb. "Ah what the hell, my thighs could use the exercise."
"Not from where I'm standing" Nick replied smiling.
"You already thanked me Carter. No need to flatter me too." Becky said buttoning up her blouse.
"You could always stay up here until the power comes back on. It shouldn't be too long." Nick offered.
"Oh....I don't know...." Becky hesitated, not trusting the shiny darkness of his eyes.