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"  Yesterday my mom emailed me asking if Justin would be coming out to the house on Sunday. Before I could write back, &amp;quot;Why would Justin be coming out to the house on Sunday?&amp;quot; I remembered that Sunday was Mother&amp;#039;s Day and that I am a horrible daughter.  &amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing for Mother&amp;#039;s Day?&amp;quot; I asked Justin. We were strolling down the street, on our way to see Ironman III, which Justin had been dying to see. I do not like action films but I do like Robert Downey Jr. Compromise!  &amp;quot;My darned kids haven&amp;#039;t planned anything for me yet,&amp;quot; Justin said, using a high-pitched woman&amp;#039;s voice.  I looked at him. &amp;quot;You know what I mean. You don&amp;#039;t go all the way out to Maryland for one day, do you?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No. Becca covers for Robbie and me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Do you,&amp;quot; I cleared my throat. Why was I nervous? &amp;quot;I mean would you ever want to come out to New Jersey with me?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;If that would make you happy.&amp;quot; Justin squeezed my hand.  I stopped walking and wrapped my arms around Justin&amp;#039;s waist. &amp;quot;It would make me happy.&amp;quot; I gave him a kiss. When we pulled away, I mumbled, &amp;quot;I love you.&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;d given a lot of thought to the &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot; thing. I realized that I did feel it, but that I just didn&amp;#039;t feel comfortable saying it in the two instances Justin had used it\u2014after a fight, and during sex. Even though there was some tension between us regarding my job right now, I trusted Justin, I could depend on Justin, and I was proud to have Justin as my boyfriend, which is something that was missing with my ex-boyfriend, Eric, the only other person I&amp;#039;d ever said &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot; to. Eric was kind of an asshole, and any time I took him somewhere, I would be on pins and needles wondering whether the next thing out of his mouth would be an insult. While I had been nervous to bring Eric around my parents and my friends from home for this reason, I felt the exact opposite about Justin. He was someone I couldn&amp;#039;t wait to introduce to my friends and family, and that counted for a lot in my book. I smiled up at him, waiting for him to say it back to me.  Instead, Justin kissed me on the tip of my nose and started walking again. &amp;quot;Well, um, alright then. Should I bring anything?&amp;quot;  Well, um, alright then? Not exactly the response I was looking for. Because I didn&amp;#039;t know what else to say, I told him that my mom loves chocolate. I mean, I guess I shouldn&amp;#039;t be a sourpuss that Justin didn&amp;#039;t echo my sentiment when I couldn&amp;#039;t even bring myself to say &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot; back to him. But Justin&amp;#039;s already put it out there, so why the awkward, fumbling reaction when I say it?  The next morning at work, just as I was about to jump on Gchat for a quick de-briefing with Nina, William called me into his office. I&amp;#039;d also given the Elizabeth and William situation a lot of thought, and had decided that the best way to protect myself, no matter what went down, was to be indispensible to William. I was going to pull a Devil Wears Prada and become the best damn assistant he&amp;#039;s ever had. If I ever did leave Literatti, it would be on my own terms.  &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s up?&amp;quot; I asked as I walked into William&amp;#039;s office.  &amp;quot;Close the door.&amp;quot; William&amp;#039;s tone was serious tone.  My stomach dropped. &amp;quot;Is everything okay?&amp;quot; I asked as I shut the door behind me and took a seat. William taped his pen on a piece of paper in front of him, stone faced.  &amp;quot;Did you tell anyone about this Lazy Girl&amp;#039;s Guide to Health and Fitness idea?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; I said.  William taped his pen against the paper faster and pursed his lips. &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot;  I nodded. &amp;quot;Yes. I read the proposal like you asked me to and then I\u2026.&amp;quot; I stopped for a moment as I replayed the scene in my head. I had mentioned the title to Justin after all\u2026.but he was my boyfriend, not someone in the industry. Did that really count as &amp;#039;telling&amp;#039; someone?  &amp;quot;And then you what?&amp;quot; William demanded.  &amp;quot;I wrote some notes down,&amp;quot; I said, which was also true. I had no idea if Justin counted as telling somebody, and I didn&amp;#039;t want to find out. &amp;quot;One of them being The Lazy Girl thing.&amp;quot;  William stared at me a little longer. Finally, he pushed a page ripped out from a magazine towards me. There was a big red circle around a small item in the right hand corner of the page, titled, &amp;quot;Agent Seals Seven Figure Book Deal for Actress.&amp;quot; In the copy underneath the headline, the item said the book was loosely titled Look Hot, Be Lazy.  &amp;quot;Did anyone see the notes?&amp;quot; William asked.  &amp;quot;I guess it&amp;#039;s possible,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;But they&amp;#039;d have to connect them to the fact that this particular actress has a proposal for a book, and that seems like a really big stretch. Maybe it&amp;#039;s just a coincidence?&amp;#039;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not,&amp;quot; William said. &amp;quot;I have no idea how this happened but what it does show is that you have good instincts, and that I should have taken this idea much more seriously than I did.&amp;quot;  I relaxed, slightly. &amp;quot;Oh. Well, thank you.&amp;quot;  William pushed another pile of proposals my way. &amp;quot;Read these too. Let me know if anything sparks your interest. No pressure.&amp;quot; He winked. The sternness in his voice was gone.  &amp;quot;I will.&amp;quot; I collected the proposals and stood.  &amp;quot;And Josie? Keep everything up here.&amp;quot; He pointed to his head. &amp;quot;No notes.&amp;quot;  I nodded.  Once I was finally out in the hallway, I let out a huge sigh of relief. For a moment there, I thought I was losing my job. As I made my way back to my desk, I thought about what William said\u2014that this was not a coincidence. I knew Justin didn&amp;#039;t have anything to do with this, but had one of my new co-workers snooped on me? I immediately ripped up all the notes I&amp;#039;d left on my desk. I wasn&amp;#039;t taking any chances.  Want more from Josie? Follow her on Twitter @BedroomBlog "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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