“Thanks. I’ll give them your information so that you can pick me up from the underground parking lot. Thanks again, Jessie.”
After they disconnected their call, Jessie rushed into her bedroom to change her clothes, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.
*****
Jessie arrived at the airport in exactly twenty minutes. She’d called him on the way there to give him a description of her car along with the license plate number so he could pass that information on to airport security. As soon as she pulled her car up to the curb, Brian came out of the building.
It was no wonder that Brian was a movie star. He just oozed confidence and the man was nothing short of gorgeous. She had hoped that he wasn’t as handsome as she remembered—but he was, and even more so. Thank god she had tinted windows; she could study Brian without him ever knowing. As she analyzed him from head to toe, she bit her lip as she noticed how his jeans hugged him in all the right places. They weren’t too tight or too baggy. In fact, they fit him to perfection. He had paired them with a black cotton V-neck shirt which showcased his broad chest and strong arms. And he sported a pair of black aviator glasses to top it all off. Was it even possible for someone to be this sexy? As he got closer to the car, Jessie tried to pull herself together. The car was already cool from the air conditioning, but she needed to turn it up just a bit more to help chill the heat rising from her core.
Once Jessie felt a little more in control, she hopped out of the car to open the trunk as Brian met her at the back of the car and embraced her in a friendly hug. Not only was he sexy as hell but he smelled delicious. Jessie had to get a grip on herself.
She didn’t trust her voice so she cleared her throat before she spoke. “Where are all of your things?”
Jessie wasn’t the only one who needed to regain composure. When Brian saw Jessie get out of the car, he had to catch his breath. She made a gray jersey maxi dress, with thigh-high side slits, and sneakers look sexy as hell. Every time she took a step he got a really good peak of those legs. They were long, toned, and silky smooth. Brian was glad his glasses obscured his line of vision. He’d better focus on something else quick.
“This is it—just me and the carryon.”
Jessie was impressed. So far, he didn’t seem to have any prima donna type of tendencies.
Brian whistled low as he admired Jessie’s car. It was a black, luxury sports car with black Italian leather seats. He couldn’t place the make and model, but it was obviously very expensive.
“What kind of car is this?”
“It’s a COMMAND Model M.”
Brian looked perplexed, “I’ve never heard of that.”
“It’s a custom made car from one of my clients.”
“Damn…You’ve made me terrified to look at your invoice.”
Jessie flashed Brian a smile that tilted him on his axis. “If you’re nice, I might give you a discount.”
They walked back to the front of the car and got inside. Brian was relieved that the windows had been accented with privacy tint; there was no way the paparazzi would ever know he was inside.
Jessie smiled, “I work hard and I must say I deserve a hot ride.”
“You’re right, you do. I probably can’t afford to buy you a car, but I can buy you dinner as a thank you for helping me out today. What do you like? Thai, Italian, Mexican…?”
“How about a burger?”
Brian put his hands over his chest. “A burger—a woman after my own heart.”
Jessie whipped her car around to the Burger Joint. It was one of her favorite places. She knew the owner and called ahead. It had underground parking so paparazzi wouldn’t be an issue.
When they arrived the owner met them at the door. He was a short, bald, and burly man “Jessie! It’s been awhile but so good to see you and Mr. Wright—I’m a huge fan of yours.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “It’s good to see you, too, Mr. Charleston.”
Brian smiled and shook his hand. They walked into the restaurant through the kitchen. Mr. Charleston placed them at a private table where any intrusions would be minimal.
Jessie and Brian were having a great time at dinner. Conversation was easy and the laughter was plentiful.
A young woman made her way to their table. “Excuse me…are you Brian Wright?”
Brian looked up at the young woman and smiled, “Yes I am.”
“Oh…my…gosh! I’d love to get a picture with you for my birthday—if that’s okay?” The young woman turned to Jessie and thrust her camera into her hands.
Brian hoped Jessie wouldn’t get upset about the fan invading their personal space. A lot of women did, but he couldn’t control this type of thing.
Jessie was not bothered at all by the fan. She took the camera from her and played photographer for a few pictures.
Mr. Charleston magically appeared, “Is everything okay here?”
Brian answered, “I’m fine but I’d love it if Jessie would join us in this picture.”
“Oh no. I do much better behind the camera than in front of it.”
Mr. Charleston took the camera from Jessie and pushed her into the picture. Brian was sandwiched between both ladies.
After the pictures were taken, the young woman squealed and thanked Brian but dismissed Jessie as if she were invisible.
“I’m sorry about that.”
“For what?”
“For the intrusion. She didn’t even thank you for taking the pictures.”
“You can’t be
