the door handle with my right hand and the door frame with my left. I
put my right foot on the floor of the truck as Jack put his hands on my waist
and hoisted me up. I was suddenly extremely aware that I was in a very short skirt
and was glad I wore cute underwear. You know, just in case I accidently flashed
him. After I was settled in my seat, Jack climbed up into his side of the truck
and we started home.
“So
I have to ask you, what’s up with your friend?” Jack asked.
“Oh
Jocalyn? Nothing she just gets super excited, very easily.” I said.
“No
I mean your other friend, the actress.”
“Oh
god no, she’s not my friend, she’s just a pain in the ass, “I said before I had
a chance to think, “I’m sorry, I meant she’s one of my clients.”
“No
I think you were right the first time. She seemed awfully demanding. So, what
did she want you to run out and get her an expensive bottle of champagne so she
could toast to herself and all of her wonderfulness or perhaps a golden
commode?”
“Actually
she wanted me to get her a date with you.” I looked over at him to gage his
reaction.
He
looked amused. “So were you going to?”
“Do
you want me to?”
“Uhhh
no sorry not interested. Stuck up actresses really aren’t my type.” He said.
“I’ll
remember that.”
“Be
sure you do.”
I
wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. There was a part of me that wanted
to jump up and down and yell out “Oh thank god!” but I thought that might
seemed a tad overexcited and eager and maybe a bit of a turn off.
“Can
I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
He replied somewhat cautiously.
“What’s
this nonsense about Dean and Noah breaking barstools and someone’s leg by doing
flips off of a bar?” I turned slightly in my seat to look at him but he kept his
eyes on the road in front of him, although the corners of his mouth turned up
into a grin.
“The
barstool was knocked over, but it didn’t break. As for the leg......well everyone
told that guy to stand back.”
“Any
chance you could tell me what possessed them to do flips off the bar in the
first place?” I asked.
“So
what brought you to London?” Jack asked changing the subject.
I
hesitated before answering. I hated this question because I wasn’t sure if I
wanted to tell anyone the whole story, let alone Jack. I mean, I haven’t known
him that long. I wasn’t sure what he thought of me, but I knew I didn’t want it
to include baggage of any kind. I decided to opt for the shortened, drama free
version.
“Well
I was at a point in my life where I was ready for a change and my company had
an opening here so.....” I said.
“How
do you like it so far?” He asked.
“So
far I think I made a good decision. I mean I miss my family, especially my
sister Abby and my best friend Noelle, but I don’t regret the decision I made
to come here. Anyway I kind of like it here.”
Jack
pulled into a parking space in front of our building and walked around to open
the door for me. He grabbed my hand to help me down and I couldn’t help but notice
how warm his hands were. I tried my hardest to get down as gracefully as I
could, but even with someone’s help, I knew that was just wishful thinking.
Just as my left foot hit the ground, the rest of my body decided it couldn’t
wait to get down and I stumbled forward. I probably would have taken Jack down
with me, but luckily he has quick reflexes and he braced himself to catch me.
“You
are a piece of work.” He said with an amused voice.
“Hey
everyone has something that they are good at. I happen to be the master of
clumsiness.” I said with mock annoyance.
“Well
I’m not gonna argue with that!” He laughed.
We
walked up to the building in silence. Jack held the door open for me and we
headed to the elevator. When we reached our doors, we both turned towards each
other and began to talk at the same time.
“Go
ahead.” I said smiling at him.
“Ladies
first.” He