cheerleading types, with bleached-blonde hair and long legs.
Of course, I enjoy the attention. God, did I ever love it back in college, but it got to be like eating the same flavor of ice cream with every meal.
This woman is different. She’s mysterious, an enigma wrapped in a pretty, voluptuous, hourglass exterior. The kind of woman I’ve always wanted but have never had the chance to sample.
They’re a rare breed, choosey with their company.
“Hi, uhhh…I’m here to see Ashlyn Reed.”
“Well, now you’ve seen her,” she says with a deadpan stare.
I furrow my brow, and then, realization hits.
“You’re Ashlyn?”
“Yeah…”
“Oh, well, it’s me—”
“Jake.”
I nod, dumbfounded by the sexy siren standing before me.
I’ve followed Ashlyn’s career over the years, but she’s notoriously private and isn’t photographed often. She’s lost all of the awkwardness of her youth and gained a curvy figure that could drive a man insane.
She finally manages to tuck the unruly strand of hair behind her ear and steps aside for me to enter.
“Come in. I’ll show you to your room.”
I follow Ashlyn down a corridor, mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips, which are not at all narrow as they had been when I last saw her. I still can’t believe that the little slight of a girl Ashlyn Reed grew into this tantalizing woman leading me.
Her estate is huge, with an old-timey feel to it.
We turn down another corridor and midway down the hall, she stops in front of a door, opening it and gesturing inside.
“This is where you’ll be staying.”
I smile appreciatively, but her face is like immovable stone.
If only I could make those pretty lips smile.
I enter the room and throw my bag on the bed. “Do you have a list of things you’d like taken care of while I’m here?”
“The list could fill two notebooks with how badly the place was neglected. The guy I had here wasn’t doing anything.”
“Your priorities are my priorities.”
“The bathroom is across the hall,” she gestures to a closed door, “and I sleep in the room next to this one.”
“Well, I’ll start immediately and try not to get in your way.”
She manages a tight smile. “I’ll leave you to get comfortable.”
Once she’s gone, I exhale a huge breath. I don’t remember her being so abrasive. So ice-cold, with a voice devoid of emotion.
Maybe it was Hollywood that did it to her. Maybe she thinks she’s too good for the help.
Heck, I know she is. With a body like that and a brain that can think up history-making movies, she probably has men worshipping her, fighting for her attention.
