quick rise to fame he had, the money he has – my guess is it just all got a little too much, and unfortunately his fall was in front of thousands of people.”
Wow, I ’ m actually sounding smart here. A first for me.
“ Hmm.” Vicky leans back in her chair. “So is he as hot as hell in the flesh as he looks on the TV?” She grins and I know the serious, journalistic aspect of our conversation is gone for now.
“ He ’ s … a little good-looking, sure.” I downplay.
“ A little good-looking,” she scoffs. “Yeah I ’ m sure that ’ s all he is.” She purses her lips, like something has just occurred to her. “And he ’ s asked you out for dinner tonight?”
I was wondering when she was going to mention that. Nothing slips by her. Ever the journalist.
“ He did. Just a catch up.” I shuffle forward in my seat, getting ready to make an exit.
“ I bet he ’ s after a thorough catch up with you.”
“ Vicky!” I screech, then cover my mouth with my hand, releasing how loud that was. “I can ’ t believe you just said that,” I add in a quieter voice, peeling my hand off my mouth.
“ What?” she laughs. “Look at you– you have a face and ass to die for. And him? Well, good grief. He’s so delicious I could serve him up on toast and eat him … and he is well known for his antics .”
“ Yeah, well I ’ m not, and I do have a boyfriend remember?” I ’ m a little snippy, but it doesn ’ t seem to faze her.
“ Yes, well we ’ re all as clean as whistles my darling until men like him come along and dirty us right up.”
She winks at me, grinning, relieving the tension I ’ m feeling.
“ You ’ re incurable.” I shake my head humorously at her, rolling my eyes. “And I don ’ t see him that way.”
She presses her lips together and narrows her heavy lined eyes at me, suspiciously at me. “Yeah, sure you don ’ t.”
“ And how did the lovely William take the news of dinner with Jake? You did tell him, didn ’ t you?” She raises her perfectly, plucked eyebrow. I sometime get the impression Vicky doesn ’ t like Will.
“ Of course I did.” I sound defensive, I ’ ve no clue why.
“ And?”
“ Nothing. He was fine with it.” After a while.
She lets out a little laugh. “He was fine with you going out to dinner with the most beautiful, prolific womanising rock star in the world?”
I press my lips together and let out my breath through my nose. “He was fine with it, because there ’ s nothing in it. It ’ s just two old friends having dinner and nothing more.”
“ If you say so my darling.” She brushes her hand through her hair.
“ It is,” I chipper. “Now if you ’ re finished grilling me, I ’ m going to do the work you pay me to do. I ’ ll type up a draft of the interview and have it ready for you to look over by the end of the day.”
“ That would be fabulous, thank you, my darling.” She leans back in her chair and brushes her hair off her face.
Giving her a light smile, I turn and sashay my way out of her office, away from her quizzical stare, because she ’ s a little closer to the truth on everything then I would care to admit. Jake, my reaction to seeing him after all these years, and Will ’ s reaction to the news that I ’ m seeing him tonight. But mostly, how I feel about seeing Jake tonight. And the only word I can think to describe it is … exhilarated.
Chapter Six
Okay. I ’ m having dinner with Jake.
Jake Wethers.
But he ’ s still just Jake … the same Jake I knew.
No he ’ s not – he ’ s now rock god Jake.
Oh crap.
I ’ ve been ready for the past half an hour and have been pacing around my flat ever since. I ’ ve had a large glass of wine already and am starting on my second, trying to calm my nerves.
And Simone ’ s not here to help either. She was so gutted when I told her Jake was coming to the flat to pick me up. She ’ s working late on a project for this new client of hers and
Wow, I ’ m actually sounding smart here. A first for me.
“ Hmm.” Vicky leans back in her chair. “So is he as hot as hell in the flesh as he looks on the TV?” She grins and I know the serious, journalistic aspect of our conversation is gone for now.
“ He ’ s … a little good-looking, sure.” I downplay.
“ A little good-looking,” she scoffs. “Yeah I ’ m sure that ’ s all he is.” She purses her lips, like something has just occurred to her. “And he ’ s asked you out for dinner tonight?”
I was wondering when she was going to mention that. Nothing slips by her. Ever the journalist.
“ He did. Just a catch up.” I shuffle forward in my seat, getting ready to make an exit.
“ I bet he ’ s after a thorough catch up with you.”
“ Vicky!” I screech, then cover my mouth with my hand, releasing how loud that was. “I can ’ t believe you just said that,” I add in a quieter voice, peeling my hand off my mouth.
“ What?” she laughs. “Look at you– you have a face and ass to die for. And him? Well, good grief. He’s so delicious I could serve him up on toast and eat him … and he is well known for his antics .”
“ Yeah, well I ’ m not, and I do have a boyfriend remember?” I ’ m a little snippy, but it doesn ’ t seem to faze her.
“ Yes, well we ’ re all as clean as whistles my darling until men like him come along and dirty us right up.”
She winks at me, grinning, relieving the tension I ’ m feeling.
“ You ’ re incurable.” I shake my head humorously at her, rolling my eyes. “And I don ’ t see him that way.”
She presses her lips together and narrows her heavy lined eyes at me, suspiciously at me. “Yeah, sure you don ’ t.”
“ And how did the lovely William take the news of dinner with Jake? You did tell him, didn ’ t you?” She raises her perfectly, plucked eyebrow. I sometime get the impression Vicky doesn ’ t like Will.
“ Of course I did.” I sound defensive, I ’ ve no clue why.
“ And?”
“ Nothing. He was fine with it.” After a while.
She lets out a little laugh. “He was fine with you going out to dinner with the most beautiful, prolific womanising rock star in the world?”
I press my lips together and let out my breath through my nose. “He was fine with it, because there ’ s nothing in it. It ’ s just two old friends having dinner and nothing more.”
“ If you say so my darling.” She brushes her hand through her hair.
“ It is,” I chipper. “Now if you ’ re finished grilling me, I ’ m going to do the work you pay me to do. I ’ ll type up a draft of the interview and have it ready for you to look over by the end of the day.”
“ That would be fabulous, thank you, my darling.” She leans back in her chair and brushes her hair off her face.
Giving her a light smile, I turn and sashay my way out of her office, away from her quizzical stare, because she ’ s a little closer to the truth on everything then I would care to admit. Jake, my reaction to seeing him after all these years, and Will ’ s reaction to the news that I ’ m seeing him tonight. But mostly, how I feel about seeing Jake tonight. And the only word I can think to describe it is … exhilarated.
Chapter Six
Okay. I ’ m having dinner with Jake.
Jake Wethers.
But he ’ s still just Jake … the same Jake I knew.
No he ’ s not – he ’ s now rock god Jake.
Oh crap.
I ’ ve been ready for the past half an hour and have been pacing around my flat ever since. I ’ ve had a large glass of wine already and am starting on my second, trying to calm my nerves.
And Simone ’ s not here to help either. She was so gutted when I told her Jake was coming to the flat to pick me up. She ’ s working late on a project for this new client of hers and
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