Just the Sexiest Man Alive
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Taylor avoided the question. The truth was, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing there. On an impulse, she had hopped in the PT Cruiser and driven over—a totally last-minute, spur-of-the-moment decision.
After twenty minutes spent doing her makeup.
And thirty doing her hair.
And four dress changes.
Totally spur-of-the-moment.
Avoiding Jason’s gaze, Taylor gestured to the party. “You probably should get back out there. You’re ignoring your other guests.”
“Screw them.”
“I’m sure that many of them, you already have.”
She regretted the words the instant they came out.
Jason cocked his head with a knowing grin. “Hmmm . . . now that sounds a little bit like jealousy. How intriguing.”
Taylor could have smacked herself for making the comment, for giving him any ammunition. He was standing too close to her, that was the problem, she realized. It was . . . distracting. She needed to quickly extricate herself from the situation.
She stared him in the eyes defiantly. “Whatever you’re trying to get me to admit, Jason, it’s not going to happen.”
And, having gotten in the last word, Taylor slipped under his arm and walked away.
JEREMY HADN’T MOVED from his position on the balcony. It was the only place in the crowded party where he could safely drink his beer without being jostled by some drunken early twenties ass**le threatening to throw his scantily clad date into the pool, or accosted by a hopeful starlet who believed that flirting with him would get her that much closer to Jason.
Frankly, Jeremy disliked the whole Hollywood scene, but he tolerated it not only as a sometimes-necessary part of his life as a screenwriter but also as an always-necessary part of Jason’s life. It was one of those things that anyone close to Jason inevitably had to accept, for better or worse, like the constant presence of the paparazzi.
He was not particularly surprised when Jason rejoined him on the balcony that evening, in a huff and alone. He personally thought Jason was approaching this thing with Taylor in entirely the wrong way. But once his friend set his mind to something, it was nearly impossible to steer him in a different direction.
“Any luck?” Jeremy asked as Jason pulled up alongside him at the balcony’s ledge, where they had a good view of the party below.
“Maybe . . .” Jason mused. He looked over with annoyance when he saw that Jeremy was smoking so close to the house. But he said nothing, as smoking was a necessary part of Jeremy’s life and something that anyone close to him inevitably had to accept.
“Maybe how?” Jeremy exhaled smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
Jason considered this. “I think I’m starting to get to her.”
“I bet that’s what she’s telling Hayden Stone right now.”
Jeremy nodded to the party below, where Taylor was engaged in what appeared to be a friendly conversation with the good-looking director.
With a look of disbelief, Jason pulled back from the ledge.
“I don’t get it,” he said, frustrated. “She should be coming up here right now to tell me she changed her mind. Or waiting in my bedroom, naked, to surprise me. Or giving you a secret message that I should meet her in the gazebo, where she’ll be waiting, naked. Or in the bathtub, with bubbles, champagne, and—”
“Naked. I get the point.”
“The point, Jeremiah, is that this is not how things were supposed to go tonight.”
Jeremy reached out and solemnly put his hand on the Sexiest Man Alive’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Jason. But maybe she’s just not that into you.”
It was a joke, but Jason’s face suddenly filled with worry. “Do you really think that could be it?”
Despite the fact that he generally enjoyed any fun that could be had at Jason’s expense, Jeremy felt a little bad seeing the look of concern on his friend’s face.
“No, I actually don’t think that’s it,” he said. “But I also don’t think she’s going to admit how she feels.”
The words seemed to reinvigorate Jason. “Well, too bad for her.” He ignored the look Jeremy gave him. “Hey—don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying this game of hard to get she’s playing. It’s been like three weeks of foreplay.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. The comment wasn’t even worth responding to.
“But it’s time for things to start moving along, to where she and I both know this is headed,” Jason continued.
“And I suppose, Evil Genius, that you have just the plan to accomplish this?” Jeremy paused when he saw the sly smile on Jason’s face. “You actually do have a plan, don’t you?”
“I do,” Jason said proudly.
“Do I even dare to ask what this plan might be?”
“Every woman’s weakness,” Jason told him. “Jealousy.” He folded his arms and leaned back against the balcony ledge. “Let her see me with someone else, and then we’ll see how stubborn she is.”
Jeremy waved this off. “Taylor’s hardly the type to get into some catfight for you.”
“That’s not what I’m looking for,” Jason said. Then he paused, as if suddenly getting the visual. “As hot as that might be . . .”
Jason shook this off. “Look—all I need is to see her reaction. Trust me, I know how a woman looks when she’s upset with me. And if she’s upset, that means she’s jealous, and that tells me everything I need to know.”
After twenty minutes spent doing her makeup.
And thirty doing her hair.
And four dress changes.
Totally spur-of-the-moment.
Avoiding Jason’s gaze, Taylor gestured to the party. “You probably should get back out there. You’re ignoring your other guests.”
“Screw them.”
“I’m sure that many of them, you already have.”
She regretted the words the instant they came out.
Jason cocked his head with a knowing grin. “Hmmm . . . now that sounds a little bit like jealousy. How intriguing.”
Taylor could have smacked herself for making the comment, for giving him any ammunition. He was standing too close to her, that was the problem, she realized. It was . . . distracting. She needed to quickly extricate herself from the situation.
She stared him in the eyes defiantly. “Whatever you’re trying to get me to admit, Jason, it’s not going to happen.”
And, having gotten in the last word, Taylor slipped under his arm and walked away.
JEREMY HADN’T MOVED from his position on the balcony. It was the only place in the crowded party where he could safely drink his beer without being jostled by some drunken early twenties ass**le threatening to throw his scantily clad date into the pool, or accosted by a hopeful starlet who believed that flirting with him would get her that much closer to Jason.
Frankly, Jeremy disliked the whole Hollywood scene, but he tolerated it not only as a sometimes-necessary part of his life as a screenwriter but also as an always-necessary part of Jason’s life. It was one of those things that anyone close to Jason inevitably had to accept, for better or worse, like the constant presence of the paparazzi.
He was not particularly surprised when Jason rejoined him on the balcony that evening, in a huff and alone. He personally thought Jason was approaching this thing with Taylor in entirely the wrong way. But once his friend set his mind to something, it was nearly impossible to steer him in a different direction.
“Any luck?” Jeremy asked as Jason pulled up alongside him at the balcony’s ledge, where they had a good view of the party below.
“Maybe . . .” Jason mused. He looked over with annoyance when he saw that Jeremy was smoking so close to the house. But he said nothing, as smoking was a necessary part of Jeremy’s life and something that anyone close to him inevitably had to accept.
“Maybe how?” Jeremy exhaled smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
Jason considered this. “I think I’m starting to get to her.”
“I bet that’s what she’s telling Hayden Stone right now.”
Jeremy nodded to the party below, where Taylor was engaged in what appeared to be a friendly conversation with the good-looking director.
With a look of disbelief, Jason pulled back from the ledge.
“I don’t get it,” he said, frustrated. “She should be coming up here right now to tell me she changed her mind. Or waiting in my bedroom, naked, to surprise me. Or giving you a secret message that I should meet her in the gazebo, where she’ll be waiting, naked. Or in the bathtub, with bubbles, champagne, and—”
“Naked. I get the point.”
“The point, Jeremiah, is that this is not how things were supposed to go tonight.”
Jeremy reached out and solemnly put his hand on the Sexiest Man Alive’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Jason. But maybe she’s just not that into you.”
It was a joke, but Jason’s face suddenly filled with worry. “Do you really think that could be it?”
Despite the fact that he generally enjoyed any fun that could be had at Jason’s expense, Jeremy felt a little bad seeing the look of concern on his friend’s face.
“No, I actually don’t think that’s it,” he said. “But I also don’t think she’s going to admit how she feels.”
The words seemed to reinvigorate Jason. “Well, too bad for her.” He ignored the look Jeremy gave him. “Hey—don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying this game of hard to get she’s playing. It’s been like three weeks of foreplay.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. The comment wasn’t even worth responding to.
“But it’s time for things to start moving along, to where she and I both know this is headed,” Jason continued.
“And I suppose, Evil Genius, that you have just the plan to accomplish this?” Jeremy paused when he saw the sly smile on Jason’s face. “You actually do have a plan, don’t you?”
“I do,” Jason said proudly.
“Do I even dare to ask what this plan might be?”
“Every woman’s weakness,” Jason told him. “Jealousy.” He folded his arms and leaned back against the balcony ledge. “Let her see me with someone else, and then we’ll see how stubborn she is.”
Jeremy waved this off. “Taylor’s hardly the type to get into some catfight for you.”
“That’s not what I’m looking for,” Jason said. Then he paused, as if suddenly getting the visual. “As hot as that might be . . .”
Jason shook this off. “Look—all I need is to see her reaction. Trust me, I know how a woman looks when she’s upset with me. And if she’s upset, that means she’s jealous, and that tells me everything I need to know.”
