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“I hope you’ll remember that,” she says cryptically, flashing just a little coy smile before pulling herself up off of me and sitting opposite again.
“Oh, you can count on it,” I tell her firmly, already missing the feel of her body against mine. Wanting to touch her again already.
Needing her like air now, I know I’m more than just interested in Olivia Fanning.
I’m falling and the dive is deep.
I can only hope she’s there waiting for me at the bottom.
The jet lands and we’re driven to the main studio, with Olivia only taking her eyes off me to follow my finger as I point out various things and places of interest before we get there.
She’s interested, excited to be on a whirlwind trip of some sort, but it’s the look I get from her when our eyes lock that tell me I’m not imagining this thing between us.
She’s reserved still, a little shy. But those windows to the soul speak a whole lot more than words ever could.
The greeting we get at the studio gates feels weird too.
Last I heard I’d be lucky to work in this town ever again, but once we’re in my predictions prove true and I’m glad the focus is on Olivia and not me for a change.
Seeing her get the royal treatment is the least she deserves.
I don’t know how Denise managed it at such short notice, or how much trouble we’ll both be in because of it. But there’s everything from a red carpet and flowers to greet Olivia once we exit the limo, with her first invitation being to hair and wardrobe.
She looks to me for support and although I kinda just shrug, I move closer to her, hooking an arm around her waist and murmur into her ear to just go with the flow.
“I thought all girls liked getting a makeover?” I ask her, quickly adding that personally, I don’t think she needs it.
“You’ll come with me though?” she asks, suddenly looking nervous.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, squeezing her a little closer as we’re both guided by a small army of staff towards everything her special day has waiting in store for her.
Chapter Nine
Olivia
I’ve written enough articles about famous male actors and their exploits, some of it even true, Naomi assures me.
But with Jack, I can tell it’s genuine, even though he’s hands on and not shy at all if I can see just how happy he is to see me.
It’s a day of firsts for me so far. Actually winning something, flying on a plane, and then getting an up-close and personal experience of what a real man looks and feels like once I fall into Jack’s lap.
At first, I think he’s just being sweet, making the plain Jane fan feel special for the day.
But once I get an eyeful of his biggest asset, straining against his pants as he gives me the look that even I couldn’t mistake for anything else, I know that Jack means business.
I’m excited, who wouldn’t be? But at the same time, it’s nerve-racking for me. Jack’s no fumbling schoolboy. He’s a man of the world, could have any girl he wants.
So why me?
I’d like to ask, but there’s a bigger part of me that’s screaming ‘who cares? Let the man have whatever he wants.’
It’s not every day the man of your dreams and crush of a lifetime whisks you off to be spoiled by him.
Once we land and I’m inside another limo, I feel like I’m in a dream I could get used to.
The huge city outside feels way less scary from in here, and with Jack, as my tour guide, I get the inside scoop on the most interesting places and things as we cruise past.
I could ask Jack if he lives here full time, but something tells me he doesn’t. It’s definitely got the vibe of a nice to visit but couldn’t live here sort of town.
I wonder where Jack does live, how his house looks. If he ever gets lonely. But those thoughts come and go quickly before we’re at the studio and I can see even Jack’s surprised by all the attention I’m suddenly getting. I’d normally hate it but because everyone seems so nice it’s another thing I feel like I could get used to pretty quickly.
Queen for a day.
I’m glad my boss can’t see me now, she’d be furious.
Even the thought of work and Naomi doesn’t dampen my mood, nor does the announcement of a makeover.
Stuff I’d usually cringe at, but with Jack by my side and telling me I don’t need it, it sounds more like fun than anything sinister.
Far from what other people in my life have pointed out to me so far, I’m told by the make-up and hair people that I have beautiful skin and really nice hair.
