The Unidentified Redhead
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“Your new boyfriend, that’s who’s here! I almost died when he asked for your phone number the other day. How the hell did you land Jack Hamilton?” she asked incredulously while I groaned.
Dammit, you really have to start wearing nicer clothes when you come in here.
“First of al , I did not ‘land’ anything. Nothing has been landed on, no one is landing anything. Second of all, I barely know him,” I assured her, trying not to look too conspicuous as I ran my hand through my hair, fluffing up my ponytail.
“Sheridan, I’m hurt. Did my booty call mean so little to you?” I heard a ridiculously lovely voice say from behind me.
Before turning around, Sara mouthed the words “Booty call?” at me silently, and I shook my head. “Shut it,” I mouthed back and turned.
Fuck, he’s pretty.
Jack was wearing light-colored jeans with the same Doc Martens he’d had on the other night. His white t-shirt and gray sweater were tight enough that I could see his slim, yet firm build underneath, but slouchy enough that it didn’t look like he was trying. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing the demon ball cap, and those curls were begging me to run my fingers through them. Actually begging.
He grinned at me unabashedly, and I couldn’t help but grin back.
“Huh. Fancy meeting you here,” I teased. “I recall telling you that I had a meeting with Holly this morning. Coincidence?”
“Sheridan, that’s rubbish. Are you insinuating that I only came here in the hopes of running into you? I happen to have had an appointment as well,” he taunted.
“That’s crap, you stalker,” I deadpanned, moving in closer to him. He raised an eyebrow, watching me.
“Really, I have an appointment. Ask Sara to check her book,” he challenged.
I looked to Sara for confirmation, as she was watching this little exchange with the same interest she reserved for reality TV.
“It’s true, Grace. He had the appointment right before you,” she replied, trying not to get worked up again with him so close to her. I knew the feeling.
Jack shot me a cocky half grin, thinking he’d won this round.
“Sara, when did he book this appointment?” I asked, not taking my eyes off Jack, who suddenly looked at Sara in conspiratorial panic.
“Um, let’s see. There was an email from him this morning when I turned on my computer,” she answered, still looking dazed.
“What time was that email sent?” I asked, with my own cocky grin beginning to form across my face.
Sara clicked around a few times and then said, “Two-oh-seven a.m.”
“Shit,” Jack said quietly while I laughed aloud.
“I knew it! You are so busted, Hamilton!” I cried. I was teasing him, but inwardly I was dancing like an imbecile.
He totally came up here to see you. Girl, you are on.
He laughed and ran his hands through his hair, biting down on that damnable lower lip as I heard Sara gasp audibly. I had trouble controlling myself as well. He was that hot. He grinned sheepishly and said, “OK, you caught me. I wanted to see you. Is that so terrible? I’m bored, and you’re fascinating.” He was smiling, but I swear I saw a look of nervousness flit across his face.
Before I knew to look for it though, it was gone.
“Well, I’m glad I can amuse you. You’re mildly entertaining to me as well.
Although, as Holly can attest, I can become a lot to take,” I answered, suddenly becoming shy. Sara had answered a phone call during our latest round of banter, and I found myself alone with him.
I was very aware that our only physical contact so far had been two hand-shakes and a perfunctory rub down through a towel when he was helping me to dry off. I wanted contact.
“I somehow doubt that, Sheridan. In any case, I’m quite sure I can handle it,” he said, moving slightly closer.
If I weren’t so conscious of where he was in relation to me, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Nevertheless, every single molecule, every particle, every speck of matter between us had begun to hum, and I was aware of everything.
I knew exactly where he was.
Keep moving over here, sweetie, keep moving.
“I don’t think you realize how nuts I actually am. And no one ‘handles’
me, Hamilton,” I taunted, creeping infinitesimally closer to him. Now I was the one on the move.
“I think you’re the right kind of nuts. I like girls who are nuts.” I could literally feel his eyes on me. I could feel them moving across my body. I watched as his lips pushed his words out, watched the tip of his tongue slide gently across his lower lip as he punctuated his sentence. He cocked his head slightly to the side and as he raised his right hand to his head to run his fingers through his hair, I finally noticed his hands, his fingers.
Holy Lord, look at his hands. Good. Night. Nurse.
The tension was so thick in the room, it was too much. He was too much.
I couldn’t take the pressure, so I panicked. Sexy and in control Grace left and twelve-year-old dork Grace took her place.
“Heh heh, you said nuts,” I burst out. My self-edit button was now turned off for good.
Grace, you suck.
I began to giggle uncontrollably as I watched his face scrunch up. My giggles turned into chortles, then guffaws, and finally full on belly laughs—the kind where you look more in pain than anything else. I was completely into the ugly laugh stage. Thankfully, after he observed my display for a moment, he joined in.
I grabbed onto him, almost losing my balance in my frenetic state of mind.
I was laughing so hard I was seeing stars, and about the same time Jack started wiping tears away from his face, I could feel mine fall as well.
When we finally began to settle down, I noticed he was staring at me with a look of contentment. The kind you only get after a truly great laugh.
“Oh man, you really are nuts,” he sighed.
“Don’t start. I can’t handle another fit like that,” I began to giggle again and then squelched it down. We stared at each other for a long moment, our breath still coming fast from the insanity of what just happened. And not just the laughing.
Sara came out from the inner offices and said, “Grace, Holly is just finishing up on a call, but she said to come on back.” Holly? Who’s Holly? Oh, right …
I turned back to Jack. “Well, it’s been—” I started when he interrupted me.
“Huh uh. You have a meeting with Holly for coffee right?” he asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m staying right here, and when you’re done, you and I are going for a drive. Yes?” he stated, rather than asked.
“Yes,” I answered, not even bothering to try to come up with something witty. I started for Holly’s office, but then stopped to look back. Jack was settling himself down on the couch in reception, getting out his iPod.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sheridan. Now get your ass in there and take your meeting,” he commanded with that sexy half grin. He was serious.
“OK,” was all I could come up with as I continued toward Holly’s office, totally dazed and confused.
You are so in over your head.
I walked down the hall, trying to regain my focus. Holly knew me too well, and if she saw me at all flustered, she would give me hell. I composed my face and pushed the office door open.
“So, are you two f**king yet?” she asked, a telltale grin on her face. Heat burned across me with the image of Jack underneath me, face flushed with passion, that same sexy grin on his lips as he said my name. I quickly recovered and sat down.
“Who am I allegedly f**king?” I asked, trying to play it off. She would have none of it.
“Bitch, please. Who do you think you’re talking to? I just spent thirty minutes with him, dancing around the issue of Grace Sheridan. He’s so trans-parent. He likes you. He thinks you’re ‘cool’,” she answered, using air quotes.
“I am cool, but that’s beside the point. Did he say anything else?”
“No, except that when I mentioned that I had a meeting with you today he seemed to already know about it. Now how would he know that, Grace?” she teased.
“He might have called me last night,” I answered.
“And what time did he call?” she continued, eying me carefully.
“Uhm, it was about one-thirty this morning,” I said, almost under my breath.
“No way! That’s a booty cal . I knew it!” she yel ed, as I attempted to shush her.
“Shut up! He’ll hear you,” I whispered.
Her eyes got wide. “He’s still here? Why?” she asked.
“He asked me if I wanted to go for a drive after I was done with you and I said yes,” I said quietly, wishing I were anywhere but here. She was going to tease me mercilessly about this. My new friend and me. My much younger new friend. She didn’t tease though.
“I think that’s great, Grace. Have fun … just be careful. The press is starting to really ramp up lately with him, and his fans are beginning to seek him out.
You’ll see,” she warned. “Enough of that. Let’s order up some coffee and get started on your showcase piece.”
She pushed the speaker button on the office intercom and we could hear Sara giggling. “Hey, Sara, can you make a run to Starbucks for us?” she asked, rolling her eyes kindly at the giggles.
“Sure, Holly, what did you want?” she asked, her voice high. She was obviously still losing her mind out there over Mr. Hamilton.
You might be losing your mind, too.
“Grande soy Carmel Macchiato for me. What do you want Grace?” she asked
“Tall non-fat, no-whip iced mocha with three sugars please,” I shouted over the intercom.
“Doesn’t anyone just get regular coffee anymore?” I heard Jack grumble in the background.
“Quiet, Brit boy,” Holly warned, “or I will make sure you get cast in High School Musical 4: Electric Boogaloo.”
I laughed loudly and then heard Jack say, “I might need to rethink my representation.”
We worked for about an hour, planning which scenes I was going to do. My scene partner would be another actor she was representing, and we were doing a scene from a film that had not even been released yet, where the two characters kiss for the first time and change the trajectory of their relationship forever. It was intense and sweet, and I think we would do it justice. The second scene was between a couple going through a messy divorce, and it was full of tension and drama. The two scenes did exactly what a showcase should do, highlighting the emotional ranges that an actor was capable of.
We had yet to choose the songs, but I had a few in mind. Holly and I agreed to discuss it again later that night after I had narrowed my choices down. As we were finishing up, I was reminded of the treat that was waiting for me out in reception, and my heart sped up a little. We walked out toward where we could hear Sara, who was still giggling for God’s sake, and I looked at Jack. He was still sitting on the couch, listening to his music, exactly where I had left him.
He looked up as we walked out and he smiled at me, standing up to walk over.
“Gee, Jack, what are you still doing here?” Holly asked him directly, as I blushed behind her.
“I’m trying to chat up your friend here. And don’t pretend like you don’t know everything already. I could hear you two cackling in there,” he said, placing an arm around my shoulders and pulling me toward the door.
“See you at home!” I said to Holly as we walked out, leaving Sara and her wide eyes behind. She had finally stopped giggling.
“Don’t forget we have a date with our g*y tonight, Grace!” Holly called after me as the door swung shut. Once we were in the elevator lobby, he dropped his arm and leaned against the wall, looking at me.
“So, what do you feel like doing?” he asked.
“Hey, man, this was your idea. I thought we were going for a drive,” I said, as we entered the elevator. He pushed the button for the ground floor and turned to me. We were alone in the elevator and I began to feel the tension from earlier building again.
“Wel , we can, but I have to warn you. I have kind of a shit car. I only bought it because you can’t not have a car in L.A. We should probably take yours,” he said, smiling slightly.
“You asked me to go for a drive and now you want to take my car? What the hell, Hamilton?” I laughed, as the elevator dinged open. “Come on,” I finished, walking in the direction of my car. My black convertible was parked at the end of the row and we walked toward it.
“Did you have a place in mind where you wanted to go?” I asked, tossing him the keys.
“You want me to drive?”
“Yep, this is your party. Where are we going?”
“Santa Barbara?” He grinned back.
“Nope, I can’t leave the greater Los Angeles area.” I laughed, thinking there was nothing in the world I would like more than to drive to Santa Barbara with him.
“Well, how about we drive Sunset to PCH and then grab some lunch, sound good?” he offered, starting the car.
“Yes, I love driving Sunset, especially once we get past Hollywood. Top up or down?” I asked, my finger on the button. He looked at me, turning the full force of his green eyes on me.
“Top definitely down,” he said, as his eyes left mine, moving lower across my body and then finally back up to mine. I let my breath out in a slow whoosh.
Damn.
“Whatever you want, Hamilton,” I said quietly, my heart struggling to return to normal. This guy had yet to hug me, hold my hand, even touch me really, and with his eyes alone he had me coming apart at the seams.