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of professionalism in this situation.
    “Unless you don’t like food.” He quipped; he was exquisitely sexy in his gray shirt and black leather jacket.
    “Oh , don’t let the thin frame fool you. I love food.” I laughed as we stepped onto the elevator.
    “Where are you parked?” He asked as we waited for the elevator to lower.
    I became aware of some mild discomfort in my groin as I waited, and shifted my legs. “Oh, somewhere in Connecticut. Probably a wal-mart”
    He turned and gave me a quizzical look. “ Was it stolen?”
    I laughed loudly, “No, I don’t have a car here in LA. My car is with a friend back home, I just use my bike if I can’t walk.”
    “Oh, well then we can take mine.” He smiled.
    As we exited the building the cold air blasted me, and I felt my eyes water in response, I walked beside Jesse quickly. He pressed a button on his key chain and a sleek black Toyota greeted us with a flash of lights. He held the passenger door open for me and I climbed in. It was unbelievably clean, for a guys truck, and it smelled really good. I watched Jesse walk around the front of the truck as I fastened my belt.
    He pulled the door closed and looked over at me. “So , what kind of food do you want?”
    “You choose.”
    “Alright.” He turned the key and the truck roared to life, louder than I expected from a Tacoma.
    We pulled away from the curb, and headed south. “Where are we going?” I asked as we pulled onto the freeway.
    “I thought you told me to choose?” He looked over at me, the lights from the freeway lit his features slightly, he had a very handsome smile.
    My phone was buzzing in my coat pocket and for the first time I realized I hadn’t checked it all day. I pulled it out, four missed calls. And I bet they were all from Ian, whose name flashed at me as my phone rumbled in my hand.
    “Are you going to get that?” Jesse asked.
    I sighed. “Unfortunately.”
    “Not someone you want to talk to?”
    I shook my head no, as I opened the call.
    “What?” I said, a bit harsher than I’d meant to, and I noticed Jesse’s eyebrows raise at me briefly before he took an exit.
    “Where the fuck are you?” Ian demanded. Jesse looked over at me again; I shook my head at him apologetically and rolled my eyes.
    “None of your business , is it Ian?”
    “The hell it isn’t! I’ve called you all day, and left several voicemails, where have you been?” His voice rose higher still.
    “Ian, I told you not to follow me back to LA. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore; you have to leave me alone.” I said calmly.
    “Chase.” He growled.
    “Stop it Ian!” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. “I was just at a shoot today, I’m fine, I’ve been busy. I’m going to get dinner with a friend now so I have to go.” I pressed end, and shoved my phone back into my pocket.
    “Hey if this is going to be a problem with your boyfriend, I can just give you a ride home? We can grab taco bell.” He grinned at me.
    I laughed and dashed a tear off of my cheek, “Ian isn’t my boyfriend.”
    “Oh, I just thought…. He sounded pretty worried.”
    “He’s my step-brother. I left home early; he wanted to be sure I got here safe.” I pulled the visor down in front of me and fixed my makeup. Mindlessly adding more red lipstick to my thick lips while I pretended not to notice Jesse’s concerned expression.
    “That makes sense.” He said simply, turning his eyes back to the road .
    We pulled onto a side street and up to a tiny hole in the wall place, the truck bounced and rocked as he went over the curb with the front passenger wheel.
    “ Sorry.” He laughed. “They have some of the best burritos here.” He said, almost sheepishly.
    “I like burritos.” I smiled at him as we made our way up the short walk to the door.
    Jesse grinned at me as he pulled the door open and my nostrils were greeted with the delicious smell of spices, and warm food. I hadn’t