‘That’s my girl,’ she replies, not waiting for me to reach the end of my sentence. ‘Get dressed.’
I do as I’m told, putting on the clean clothes JJ brought me – although regrettably she brought me her own clothes, and it’s way sexier than I would ever dress for breakfast… or at all.
JJ is ready too, looking fab as always, like she’s about to board a yacht in Monaco, not head downstairs for brekkie.
‘You can eat in skirts this tight?’ I ask as I yank the mini she’s lent me, hoping I can somehow make it longer.
‘To be honest, it’s not generally food I’m after when I wear that one, but it was the only spare outfit I had at the office with me,’ she says as we wait for the lift.
‘I really hope it was clean,’ I say with a sigh.
She just laughs.
The lift doors open and the first thing I notice is the cowboy hat. Then the smoking-hot man of my/JJ’s/everyone’s dreams underneath it.
I don’t want to sound like a perv – although I definitely will – but my eyes are drawn to his reflection in the mirror behind him, his jeans stretched tightly over his arse. He could – and should – advertise jeans. I’d buy them.
‘Mornin’,’ he says with a smile.
‘Good morning,’ JJ replies, her voice low and breathy as she steps into the lift.
‘Er, hi,’ is all I can manage. Everyone is sexy but me.
He smiles at me like he knows me.
‘So, you’re my fiancée, huh?’ he says as the doors close, locking me in with him.
Scratch that – he smiles at me like he knows what’s happened.
‘You dry out okay?’ he asks.
‘Yes,’ I reply. ‘My pride is still a little soggy though…’
He laughs. ‘Well, pride usually comes before the fall, so maybe it didn’t all take a dip with you,’ he jokes.
I’ve never seen anyone visibly swoon before, but JJ just did something that I’m going to assume is as close to one as a person can get.
She steps forward, tits then teeth (she likes to flash her best features first), offering him a hand to shake. ‘Hello, I’m JJ, I’m Whitney’s agent,’ she tells him.
‘Whitney?’ he checks.
‘Erm, I’m Whitney,’ I say kinda weakly from behind her.
‘You a singer?’ he asks. ‘An actress?’
The urge to blush and fan my face overwhelms me. I keep it together.
‘A writer,’ I reply.
‘Oh cool,’ he replies. ‘I’m Jake.’
Jake – even his name is sexy.
‘And what are you doing around these parts, Jake?’ JJ asks, vaguely attempting his accent.
Honestly, it’s not often you see JJ being anything but cool, but Jake has her acting like a dork.
‘Well, I’m here for business,’ he says. ‘Y’all heading for breakfast?’
