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them, so I ’ ve got quite a few surprises to make up for.”
I really don ’ t know what to say to that, so for once, I keep quiet.
I look out of the window and notice a black Land Rover that is driving pretty close to the back of the car.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the car. It ’ s tinted and I can ’ t see in the window. I hope it ’ s not paparazzi following him. Don ’ t they usually drive big smog chuggers like that?
“ That car ’ s pretty close behind,” I say, tilting my head back in its direction, trying to alert him.
Jake ’ s eyes flick to his rear-view and then back to me.
“ It ’ s Dave, my security guy.”
“ Oh. Does he go everywhere with you?”
“ Yeah … well everywhere, except the bathroom.” He slides his grinning eyes in my direction.
“ Why is he riding back there and not in the car with us.”
“ Because I wanted to be alone with you.”
“ Oh.”
Oh.
My nerves have instantly gone haywire. I could really do with another glass of wine.
Actually, I feel the need to drink every time he looks at me. I have a feeling I ’ m going to get very drunk tonight.
I look out of the window again, watching the buildings of London, thinking how surreal this is. Last night I was out getting drunk in Mandarin’s with Simone, ragged nerves over interviewing Jake, wondering if he would remember me, and now I ’ m here in his fancy James Bond car, and he ’ s driving me to my surprise night out.
Jake Wethers, my old best friend, one-time love of my life, biggest rock star and most sought after man in the world, and he is sitting inches away from me. I could reach my hand out and touch him.
I won ’ t though, cause that would be pretty weird.
Actually, things don ’ t get much weirder than this.
We ’ re in Convent Garden when Jake pulls the car up and parks it on the main road just outside a Pizza Hut. His security guy pulls up behind.
“ I don ’ t think you can park here,” I say looking around at the no parking signs
“ Don ’ t worry, come on.” He climbs out of the car. I guess when you ’ re him you can do whatever you want.
I climb out of the car and notice there ’ s a guy standing outside the entrance to the Pizza Hut staring at us. My first thought is he must recognise Jake, but then I realise it ’ s Stuart, Jake ’ s PA.
“ Hey,” Jake says to him. “All ready?”
“ Yep.” Stuart nods.
Jake tosses the car keys to him. “I ’ ll call you when we ’ re done.”
“ No worries, have a good night … hello again, Trudy,” Stuart says as he walks past us.
“ Hi,” I say, offering him a smile.
Stuart hops in the James Bond car and promptly drives away.
“ Come on,” Jake says, taking hold of my hand.
My skin tingles at his touch again. He ’ s so much more tactile than he used to be, I notice.
He walks me to the entrance of the Pizza Hut.
I stop and look up at the sign, then back to Jake.
“ We ’ re going to Pizza Hut?” I grin.
He remembers.
That was what he meant in the car with the comment about my birthdays.
Every birthday we would come here, it was kind of a tradition with us – and who doesn ’ t love Pizza Hut, right?
I can ’ t believe he remembers. I feel all warm and squishy inside, and also a little overdressed.
He smiles back at me, it reaches all the way to his beautiful blue eyes. “Like I said, I ’ ve got twelve birthdays to make up for. I know it ’ s not the one we used to go to in Manchester, but I figured you wouldn ’ t want to drive all the way up there , so this was the next best thing. After you ...” he gestures for me to pass him.
My heart is buzzing around my chest at his thoughtfulness. I walk past him and make my way down the stairs.
Jake is the only guy I know who would pick me up in an Aston Martin DBS then bring me to Pizza Hut. And that ’ s why I love him.
I mean, of course I don ’ t love him – love him. I just used to love him when I was younger.
Anyway,
I really don ’ t know what to say to that, so for once, I keep quiet.
I look out of the window and notice a black Land Rover that is driving pretty close to the back of the car.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the car. It ’ s tinted and I can ’ t see in the window. I hope it ’ s not paparazzi following him. Don ’ t they usually drive big smog chuggers like that?
“ That car ’ s pretty close behind,” I say, tilting my head back in its direction, trying to alert him.
Jake ’ s eyes flick to his rear-view and then back to me.
“ It ’ s Dave, my security guy.”
“ Oh. Does he go everywhere with you?”
“ Yeah … well everywhere, except the bathroom.” He slides his grinning eyes in my direction.
“ Why is he riding back there and not in the car with us.”
“ Because I wanted to be alone with you.”
“ Oh.”
Oh.
My nerves have instantly gone haywire. I could really do with another glass of wine.
Actually, I feel the need to drink every time he looks at me. I have a feeling I ’ m going to get very drunk tonight.
I look out of the window again, watching the buildings of London, thinking how surreal this is. Last night I was out getting drunk in Mandarin’s with Simone, ragged nerves over interviewing Jake, wondering if he would remember me, and now I ’ m here in his fancy James Bond car, and he ’ s driving me to my surprise night out.
Jake Wethers, my old best friend, one-time love of my life, biggest rock star and most sought after man in the world, and he is sitting inches away from me. I could reach my hand out and touch him.
I won ’ t though, cause that would be pretty weird.
Actually, things don ’ t get much weirder than this.
We ’ re in Convent Garden when Jake pulls the car up and parks it on the main road just outside a Pizza Hut. His security guy pulls up behind.
“ I don ’ t think you can park here,” I say looking around at the no parking signs
“ Don ’ t worry, come on.” He climbs out of the car. I guess when you ’ re him you can do whatever you want.
I climb out of the car and notice there ’ s a guy standing outside the entrance to the Pizza Hut staring at us. My first thought is he must recognise Jake, but then I realise it ’ s Stuart, Jake ’ s PA.
“ Hey,” Jake says to him. “All ready?”
“ Yep.” Stuart nods.
Jake tosses the car keys to him. “I ’ ll call you when we ’ re done.”
“ No worries, have a good night … hello again, Trudy,” Stuart says as he walks past us.
“ Hi,” I say, offering him a smile.
Stuart hops in the James Bond car and promptly drives away.
“ Come on,” Jake says, taking hold of my hand.
My skin tingles at his touch again. He ’ s so much more tactile than he used to be, I notice.
He walks me to the entrance of the Pizza Hut.
I stop and look up at the sign, then back to Jake.
“ We ’ re going to Pizza Hut?” I grin.
He remembers.
That was what he meant in the car with the comment about my birthdays.
Every birthday we would come here, it was kind of a tradition with us – and who doesn ’ t love Pizza Hut, right?
I can ’ t believe he remembers. I feel all warm and squishy inside, and also a little overdressed.
He smiles back at me, it reaches all the way to his beautiful blue eyes. “Like I said, I ’ ve got twelve birthdays to make up for. I know it ’ s not the one we used to go to in Manchester, but I figured you wouldn ’ t want to drive all the way up there , so this was the next best thing. After you ...” he gestures for me to pass him.
My heart is buzzing around my chest at his thoughtfulness. I walk past him and make my way down the stairs.
Jake is the only guy I know who would pick me up in an Aston Martin DBS then bring me to Pizza Hut. And that ’ s why I love him.
I mean, of course I don ’ t love him – love him. I just used to love him when I was younger.
Anyway,
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