I
obviously hadn’t checked my voicemail. God only knew what kinds of shenanigans
were waiting for me on there.
“So are you stalking me or something?” A voice said.
I looked up and saw Jack leaning up against the door frame,
his hands shoved in his pockets. Man was he gorgeous. It really should be
illegal to look as deliciously good as he does.
I smiled at him and shook my head. “You’re in my office
remember?”
“Right,” He said as we stared at each other, “Well.....I guess
I’ll see you around.”
I nodded and watched as he turned around and strode towards
the elevator.
After Jack left, I decided to do a search on his band. A
bunch of fan sites and one official site came up. I clicked on the official
website. A picture of all four guys playing a show came up. At the top of the
page there were different tabs to select from. I clicked on the one that said
About Us.
That took me to a page that had some information about the
band. They had been playing together since high school. Their debut album came
out a year ago, which would explain why I had never heard of them before. They
were a hit in over here, but hadn’t crossed over to the States yet. The bottom
of the page had an individual picture of each guy with his role in the band
next to it.
“Noah Walker, lead singer. Dean Marshall, guitar. Jack
Riley, bass. Tyler McDermott, drums.” I read out loud to myself.
I moved my mouse and clicked on the tab marked “Photos.” I
spent the next twenty minutes clicking through pictures from various shows they
played. I stopped on a picture of Jack. He was wearing tan cargo pants and a
black Henley shirt, his black hair was styled so that it was sticking straight
up. He was playing his guitar and it looked like he was sucking his top lip in.
I closed my eyes and I could still see the image of that photograph like it was
burned in my mind.
“Chloe, are you okay?”
Startled, my eyes opened wide and my hand flew up to my
chest. “I’m fine Jocalyn, just thinking. What’s up?”
“I wanted to see if you wanted me to order you lunch or are
you going to go to the café?”
“Oh.....I can just go to the café. Where is it?”
“Take the lift to the second floor.”
“The lift?” I knew now what a lift was, but it sounded funny
to hear it. I was going to have to remember to say that instead of elevator.
“Yeah you know the lift. You know you push the button and
the doors open. You get into the car and push the button for the floor you want
to go to and it takes you there.”
I stared at her. Did she think I was that dumb?
“Thanks Jocalyn. That really clarifies things.”
“Oh good! Glad I could help!” She plopped down in one of the
chairs on the other side of my desk. “I saw Jack Riley at your door. Do you
fancy him?”
Ummm yes, of course I do, just as I am sure any woman
with eyes and a healthy sex drive does.
“Uh.....No. I don’t really know him.”
“Oh so I guess you can’t introduce me. I love him. So why
was he here?”
“I’m the new publicist for his band.”
“But you don’t know him?”
“Not really. I was just given the job today.”
“Do you think someday you could introduce me?” Her green eyes
grew to the size of saucers.
“Sure.....someday.” I said.
She smiled at me, stood up and bounced back to her desk, her
curly blonde hair swinging as she walked.
I glanced at the blinking red light on my phone again and
decided to check it after lunch. I took the elevator....er lift.....to the second
floor. The doors pinged open and I found myself standing in front of a glass
door that had the word “Café” written on it in fancy white lettering. Right
inside the door was a giant chalkboard sign featuring the specials of the day. After
staring at the menu for about ten minutes I decided to order a cranberry almond
chicken salad wrap, sweet potato chips and a bottle of water.
I started to head towards an empty table when, out of the
corner of my