Carrie rushes back into her hotel room and evicts Sam from the bathtub. She needs to get laid! Sam gets out, covered in suds, and says Carrie "had better fuck him good," because she doesn't want to go through this again in six months. What? Oh, whatever.
A piano tinkles in the background. Carrie puts on a black dress shockingly similar to the green dress she had on last week. It's ugly. She opens the door, and Big is there. He asks if she "hid the body," or did whatever she had to do that kept him waiting for half an hour. Oh, I forgot how much I dislike Big's selfish ways. Carrie hangs the "shhh" sign on the door. That's awfully presumptuous. But then, that's Carrie. Big brought her some cinnamon gum from the store. He named it, and plugged the gum, but I'm not going to. I'm so over all the S&TC bullshit product placement, even if it's accidental. Carrie makes a big display of sexily offering him a piece. Trying too hard, dear. Big admires the room. Carrie admires Big, then jumps on him. He swallows his gum from surprise, and from Carrie's tongue forcing it down his throat. Whoops. Not sexy. He says they'll have to run to make their dinner reservations. She insists that she's not hungry, but he says he promised his vineyard partners that he'd make this restaurant connection and that they have to go now. Um, okay. Still not sexy.
At dinner, Big pours wine and says he saw her book in a mall, "right there in the window, to the real books. Cute cover. Sexy." Carrie is all, "Sexy, huh!" Dial it down, hon. She asks what he thought of the book, and he says he "had no idea [he] hurt [Carrie] that much. It was hard to see it in print." Oh, he saw her columns before, but reading them all at once like that, one after the other, was rough. Carrie tries to play it off. "It's just writing! It's all in the past!" So, how's the wine business? Great, says Big. And was he really that much of an asshole about the apartment key thing? Oh, boy.
Back in the hotel room, Big reads Carrie's book to her. Well, the parts about himself. Carrie lies on the bed, frustrated. She knows she's not going to get any, as Big asks if he was cold. No? Well, what about chapter three? She tries to lead him into her arms, but he says he doesn't want her to get hurt again. She begs him to kiss her, or at least lie on top of her. He says she doesn't use good judgment when it comes to him. And why is it that you, Big, can never ever give Carrie what she wants, when she wants it? P.S.: The hair dye is really, really bad. ["God, seriously. What is he, Kirk Douglas? Just go grey, Chris!" -- Sars] Carrie insists that she's fine. Doesn't she look fine? She does. Big asks they that they talk more, about this part on page 39...
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