Elvis and Ginger: Elvis Presley's Fiancée and Last Love Finally Tells Her Story by Ginger Alden Read Free Book Online Page A

home with an employee named Steve Smith, I went over the kiss again in my mind. I certainly didn’t want Elvis to get the wrong impression of me. I wasn’t a seasoned pro when it came to sex or relationships. On the other hand, I hoped he had liked kissing me.
    Even though it was nearly sunrise, the lights were on inside my house when we pulled up to the curb. Before getting out, Steve asked me for my phone number. Giving it a second time, I quickly ran inside.
    My mother and sisters were sitting on the couch in our den. I figured my father must be in bed because he sometimes worked on weekends. Our parents had been excited when we were invited to Graceland, but my mother admitted now that they’d started worrying when so much time went by without any word from us.
    “I felt bad about leaving you there,” Terry said, explaining that George had taken them outside to a racquetball court behind the house, where Charlie and Ricky joined them for a tour of the court.
    George then told Terry and Rosemary that Elvis wanted to spend more time with me, and that they were welcome to wait if they wanted or, as it was so late, to leave. He had assured them that Elvis would see I got home safely.
    Exhausted, but still running on nerves, I filled them in on what had happened, leaving out the kiss. We weren’t a kiss-and-tell sort of family. Some things were personal, and we were private with each other when it came to that sort of thing.
    Now that I was home, the whole night seemed unreal. Elvis was different from anyone I’d ever met. Here was this rock-’n’-roll superstar singing to my sisters and me, showing us his closet, and then inviting me to join him on his bed, where he’d been a gentleman. He’d read religious books with me and shared his thoughts and feelings.
    Elvis had been polite and funny, too, which I related to. He’d demonstrated a sincere desire for me to understand what he was about in a short amount of time, and in the hours we’d spent together, I’d felt an intense attraction between us.
    I had enjoyed the night; it was magical and unique, and from what Elvis had said and how he had acted, I thought he had enjoyed spending time with me, too.
    When I was finally alone in my bed that morning, none of that seemed real or even possible. I was in turmoil. Would Elvis call me? And, if he did, would I agree to see him again, knowing it would hurt Larry, the nice guy I’d been dating? I honestly didn’t know if I was more afraid of Elvis being attracted to me because of this or more afraid that I’d find myself feeling let down if he didn’t call me.
    I rolled over in bed, searching for sleep. Before long, I had to admit to myself that if he didn’t call, I’d be disappointed, and so I decided if Elvis wanted to see me again, I would say yes.

CHAPTER 4

    I woke late that Saturday afternoon and began thinking about the evening again. I had, of course, been enthralled with meeting Elvis, that was to be expected: This was Elvis, after all. However, he had been trying to connect with me, and after I saw how open and approachable he was, he had succeeded. Our age difference didn’t even enter my mind, and I hoped I’d get the chance to try to get to know him better.
    Gathering with my sisters in the den, we talked about the evening’s events. I ended our conversation, musing, “If I don’t hear from Elvis, I’ll write last night off as the most amazing night of my life so far.”
    Around 8 P.M. , the phone rang. My mother answered it in the kitchen, and I heard her say hi to George. I walked in and she handed me the phone.
    “Elvis would like you to come over,” George said. “I’ll drive by and pick you up.”
    “All right,” I said and rushed to get ready. I wondered why Elvis hadn’t called me himself, but it made me feel great that he’d actually been thinking about me and wanted to see me again so soon.
    George and I made small talk on the ride over to Graceland, where he led me straight