“You realize that in another month you won’t be able to call me this early right?” Megan asked over the phone Monday morning as Rachel frantically rifled through her closet.
“In another month we’ll be in the same time zone again,” Rachel replied, “And I can call you whenever I want without having to figure out in my head the time difference.”
“Uh…correction.” Megan replied. “In another month I will not be up at…what time is it again there?” She asked.
Rachel looked at her alarm clock then turned back to the full length mirror hanging on her wall and held a dark blue blouse up against her. It is his favorite color. She thought then rolled her eyes at herself as she threw the shirt on the bed and went back to the closet. “Six-thirty.” She replied.
“I will not be up at six thirty.” Megan stated. “And if you even think of calling me that early we will cease to be friends.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Rachel replied with a laugh, knowing full well Megan’s threat was an idle one.
“So what’s so important that you had to call me this early on a Monday morning?” Megan asked.
“Hi, Rachel.” Rachel heard Jackson call out. She smiled.
“Hey, Jackson.” She replied.
“Rachel says, hey.” Megan conveyed the greeting to her husband.
“I’m meeting with JC today, remember?” Rachel asked.
“Oh yeah! What time is your appointment?” Megan questioned.
“Nine. You have to help me decide what to wear.” Rachel said, pulling out a white button down shirt and a grey vest. Again she turned to the mirror, holding the articles of clothing up against her body. She cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing the outfit. The vest would help accentuate her figure, but was it too sexy? She didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. After all it seemed as if she had been given a second chance to impress the guy and Rachel did not want to come off as being as easy as she had the first time they’d met. She threw the shirt and vest onto the growing pile atop her bed and whined into the phone. “I don’t know what to wear, Megan! Nothing is fitting right today.” Rachel stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and sat down on her bed.
Megan snorted in derision. “You have no right to complain about clothes not fitting right, little Miss I’m-a-dancer-and-I’ve-got-the-body-that-guys-drool-over-to-prove-it.” Rachel couldn’t help the laugh that came at Megan’s sarcastic attitude. “Besides,” Megan continued, “You’re not the one who’s almost five months pregnant and whose stomach continues to swell everyday. When you no longer fit into your ‘fat’ pants call me and we’ll talk. Oh, and P.S., I’m not talking about your ‘fat’ jeans.” Megan pointed out. “I’m talking about your ‘fat’ sweatpants.”
“Bitchy today are we?” Rachel asked pulling out a pinstriped blouse.
“No, not at all.” Megan replied sarcastically. “Today’s actually a good day. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason.” Rachel answered frowning at her reflection yet again. She stamped her foot in frustration as another shirt joined the “no way in hell” pile. “Seriously, Megs. What should I wear? Pants? Skirt? Short sleeves? Long sleeves? A dress?”
“What did you wear on Friday?” Megan asked.
“A pair of black slacks and a white blouse.”
“So what’s wrong with that?”
“I didn’t have an appointment with JC Chasez—the man, who may I remind you, I’ve been in love with since I was fifteen—on Friday!” Rachel responded. “That’s what’s wrong.”
“Why are you freaking out about this?” Megan asked with a chuckle. “It’s not like you haven’t met him before. Hell, you’ve made out with the boy! Why is this stressing you out so much? Just think of him as if he were any other client.”
“Because, it was obvious” Rachel rolled her eyes, “Painfully obvious, that he didn’t remember who I was when we met a few weeks ago. If that really is the case then I have another chance at showing him who I really am.”
“I think you already did a great job at showing him who you are.” Megan interjected, trying to hold back her laughter.
“Ha. Ha.” Rachel replied with a roll of her eyes. “Contrary to what you may think I am not out just to get into his pants.”
“No, you kind of blew your chance with that one, didn’t you?” Megan asked.
“Yeah, thanks.” Rachel replied dryly.
Megan laughed. “If you’re not out to get into his pants, what are you out to get?”
Rachel was quiet for a second.
“That’s what I thought.” Megan replied smugly.
“Anyway…” Rachel said as she flopped back onto her bed next to the mountain of discarded clothing. She did not want to admit to the fact that she did indeed want what Megan assumed. She couldn’t or she would never hear the end of it. “How do I show him who I am?”
“By being yourself.” Megan stated matter of factly.
“Gee, thanks.” Rachel mumbled.
“No, listen to me.” Megan interrupted. “You’re going to be spending time with him, who knows exactly how much time, but you will be spending time with him and if he can’t see how amazing you are, he’s not worth it. Now I know,” she hurried to add before Rachel could interrupt, “that you don’t want to hear that, but it’s true. Just…don’t let the fact that he’s a celebrity keep you from being yourself. I think it’s pretty safe to say that you’ve already made an impression on him or he wouldn’t have called and requested you.”
“You’re going to be great at the whole ‘mom’ thing.” Rachel observed with a smile. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.” Megan responded. “Now get up, put on your cutest outfit, leave your hair down— guys like long hair— and go knock his socks off.”
Rachel laughed. “Alright.” She said standing and, taking a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.
“Listen, I gotta go.” Megan said. “Jackson’s about to leave and I’ve got to finish getting ready. Are you going to be alright?”
“Yes.” Rachel stated, digging through the clothes on her bed for the short sleeve sage green blouse she’d discarded an hour ago.
“Are you going to call me later with all the juicy details?”
Rachel laughed. “Of course.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later then.”
“Yeah.” Rachel said. “Thanks, Megs.”
“You’re welcome.” Megan replied, a smile in her voice. “Bye.”
Rachel flipped her cell phone closed, placing it on her dresser as she pulled her favorite pair of black pants from the closet. After pulling them on she slid her arms into the sleeves of the shirt she’d pulled from the pile and quickly buttoned it, then brushed through her hair. Applying a few light touches of makeup and a pair of simple silver hoop earrings Rachel stood back and took in her appearance. Raising her chin confidently she smiled, wondering what he would be wearing today. Did he ever go through what she’d just gone through just to pick out an outfit to wear to work? Probably not. She thought. After all, he is a guy and they normally don’t spend too much time stressing about what shoes go with what outfit. Although, she paused as she grabbed her purse and a yogurt from her fridge as she left her apartment. He has worn some pretty interesting outfits in the past. He probably puts more time than I do into thinking about what he wears.
Rachel couldn’t help chuckling to herself as she recalled some of the more unusual outfits JC had been seen (and pictured) in over the years. The boy definitely had his own sense of fashion at times. But, Rachel thought as she slid behind the wheel of her Jetta and started the car, he wouldn’t be the JC we all love if he wasn’t a little odd from time to time. He had confidence that was for sure and Rachel had always been a sucker for guys who were confident. There was nothing better than a guy who knew exactly what he wanted and didn’t let anything stand in his way. To be able to see that fire of determination in someone’s eyes, to know they knew who they were and didn’t give damn what other people thought, was very sexy. JC came across as exactly that type of guy, which was a very dangerous thing in Rachel’s book.
As she drove across town to his house Rachel couldn’t help the excited flutter in her stomach at the thought of once more being in his presence. After receiving the news last week that she was going to have the chance to work with him after all, Rachel had dialed the contact number JC had given. She sat, anxiously waiting to hear something she’d always wanted to hear: his voice on the other end of the line. Needless to say she had been a little surprised and a lot disappointed when a British woman had answered the phone. After taking a second to recover and making sure she had the right number, Rachel had set up this appointment time with the woman (his assistant) and then went about the rest of her work week and weekend trying not to freak out over the fact that she had another meeting with JC.
She knew it was going to be torture being close to him again, yet having to maintain a professional distance from him, but there was nothing in the company handbook against flirting with clients. Rachel was the mistress of flirting and she was prepared to do whatever it took to grab JC’s attention and get him to really notice her—if she could just get over her butterflies. This was her chance (second chance, really) and she wasn’t going to waste it. She flipped through the preset stations on her radio, searching for an upbeat song to get her mind off the excited nervousness she felt.
“Why am I so nervous?” She finally asked herself out loud as she found a song she liked. “Megan’s right. He’s just another client.” She reached for her phone. Rachel put on the earpiece and pushed the speed dial button for Megan. When Megan’s voicemail picked up a few rings later Rachel groaned. “So, apparently you’re in a meeting or something, but I needed to talk to someone, to get my mind off of the fact that I am so nervous I think I might throw up.” She sighed. “Wouldn’t that be lovely? And I can just see myself doing that in front of him and totally blowing this. I would die. Why are boys so complicated? And why is my life suddenly so dramatic?” She took a deep breath. “Okay, since you’re not available to talk to and I don’t know how much longer this thing will let me record I guess I’ll say good-bye.”
Rachel ended the call then gripped the steering wheel as she took a deep breath, trying to relax. He’s just another client. He’s just another client...that you made out with at your best friend’s wedding! Rachel rolled her eyes and shook her head at her behavior. While it was true she would probably do the same thing over again, she often wondered why it was she had done it in the first place. She had assumed (naively) that making out with JC would help her come to grips with reality—force her to be the adult her driver’s license said she was. Surely he couldn’t be as good as the media and her imagination had made him out to be all those years. But she had been wrong. Oh so wrong! It had been an exhilarating and thrilling experience, and Rachel had quickly found herself more infatuated with him then ever before. Even Benjamin Steeler (the perpetual ‘fall back guy’ she’d had during college) had been completely left by the wayside after that.
After leaving him at Megan’s reception, Rachel had waited and waited…and waited for him to call. Each day hoping against hope that an unknown number would flash across the screen on her phone and his voice would be on the other end. But that day never came and, until two weeks ago when he had opened his front door and she had realized he was her new client, Rachel had almost convinced herself that she was okay with nothing more happening between them.
Almost.
Truth be told, she had taken the internship with Adams & Richards last summer because of the chance to spend the summer in L.A.—ready access to the beach and the chance to be in the middle of a major design hub—but she had taken the job they had offered because of the possibility (however miniscule) of maybe one day bumping into or seeing JC again around town. It was a very Felicity like move and Rachel knew it was probably pointless.
As she pulled up to the gate and punched in the code she still had from their initial meeting, Rachel made her way up the driveway and pulled to a stop, taking a moment and a few deep breaths to calm her suddenly racing heart. Killing the ignition she gathered up the sample notebooks she had taken home with her Friday night, along with her sketchbook and got out of her car. Locking the doors she straightened her shirt, walked up to the front door, rang the bell and waited.
Luckily, she didn’t have to wait too long for, less than a minute later, JC opened the door a grin spreading across his face.
“Hi.” She said grinning as his eyes quickly took in her appearance.
“Hey,” He said, his blue eyes sparkling. “Come on in.” He stepped back as Rachel walked inside, her knees weakening as she caught the scent of his aftershave. How was it possible for a guy to smell that good and for that scent to affect her so strongly? She stood, her heart flipping in her chest, as she watched him close the door then turn back around to face her. His loose fitting jeans looked comfortable and the light blue button down shirt he wore made his eyes pop even more than usual while the sleeves that had been rolled up revealed his strong forearms.
“Have a seat.” He said, gesturing to the couch in the front room. “I’ve got to go make a quick phone call.”
“Alright.” Rachel smiled, walking towards the couch. “I’ll just get everything ready.”
“I’ll be right back, I promise.” He smiled. “If you need anything, Sarah’s around here somewhere.” He looked over his shoulder and down the hall, idly searching for his assistant. “She can get you whatever you need.” He smiled.
“Take your time.” She said, sitting down. Rachel set the notebooks in her arms on the coffee table and began spreading them out as she watched JC disappear down the hall from the corner of her eye. As soon as he was gone she closed her eyes and released the breath she had been holding. I can do this. She thought. I can be calm and professional. I can be...damn he smelled good!
Rachel reached for her phone and flipped it open.
Holy hell, he’s sexy! Whyam I so attracted to him?
She sent the text, hoping Megan was out of her meeting. Rachel really needed her friend’s opinion on this matter. She smiled when her phone vibrated a few seconds later and she read Megan’s response:
That is the question millions of women wish they knew the answer to :)
Rachel opened a blank message and typed her response:
I think this is more than just a celebrity crush, Megs. A lot more.
Rachel bit her bottom lip and sent the text before she could chicken out. Contrary to what Megan would say, she was an adult. She knew he was a celebrity and therefore in a different league than herself. She knew it was pointless to get her hopes up over anything happening again between them…it was like falling in love with cheesecake. Pointless. Absolutely pointless because nothing would ever happen, but she also knew that every other crush she’d had in her life paled in comparison to what JC made her feel. His grin, the sparkle in his eyes, the purely masculine scent that surrounded him, and the way her stomach flipped every time she though about his kisses…this was way more than just a simple star crush.
This is ridiculous! Rachel scolded herself. You’re not in love with him! How can you be in love with him? You don’t even really know him! She was afraid of reading Megan’s text when her phone vibrated again. She knew Megan almost as well as she knew herself and Rachel knew her friend would question her on what she had just said.
Sure enough, Rachel chuckled as she opened the new text message she’d received, Megan was curious.
What in the hell does that mean??
Rachel was about to reply when JC suddenly walked back into the room. She quickly flipped her phone closed and dropped it back into her purse then turned and smiled up at him.
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“Alright.” JC clapped his hands together as he came back into the front room. “Let’s get to work.” He smiled as Rachel quickly dropped her cell phone into her purse and looked up at him, an almost guilty expression on her face. She cleared her throat and looked down at the books she had opened and spread out on the coffee table, reaching up and tucking her long hair behind her ears. “Uh…” He looked at everything she’d brought, “Do you wanna move to the kitchen table?” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “It’s a little bigger than that thing.” He continued, pointing at the coffee table.
“Whatever you think is best.” Rachel replied, her eyes refusing to leave his.
“Come on.” He said reaching down and gathering up most of the books. He straightened and began walking towards the kitchen. He could hear Rachel walking behind him and fought against the urge to look over his shoulder at her. There really was no logical reason to move into the kitchen…other than the fact that he didn’t know if he could handle sitting next to this girl on the couch again. He still hadn’t figured out where he knew her from and it was really starting to become annoying. Annoying because he couldn’t figure it out and annoying because it was bothering him so much. Not to mention the fact that he had found himself attracted to her from the moment he had opened his door and found her standing on his front step two weeks ago. So much so that it had been interfering with his work in the studio and had kept him from focusing on some of the other projects he was involved in at the moment.
After she had left that first day, promising to email a proposal to him, JC had found himself checking his email a lot more than he normally did. He had tried to convince himself that the reason he had accepted her company’s bid was the fact that she was the most professional designer he’d met with. The three other girls had been too star struck and giggly the entire time they’d been with him, proving their immaturity and the fact that they were fans first and foremost and that a business relationship would never work out. But that wasn’t the real reason he had accepted Rachel’s proposal. He was intrigued (and that didn’t happen very often). Intrigued with her and intrigued with the fact that she hadn’t acted like all the other girls had. Rachel had been very professional the entire time they’d been together, nothing in her body language or actions giving away the fact that she even knew who he was, and that made him curious. After all, what girl in their mid-twenties didn’t know who he was? Plus, he had really liked some of the ideas she had thrown out at their initial meeting. There had been a couple times when she had said exactly what he had been thinking, or had been able to express exactly what he was feeling. Without really knowing him, Rachel had been able to read him pretty well and he found that fascinating.
As they came into the big open kitchen, JC placed the books he was carrying on the table and finally turned to Rachel, his eyes once more traveling over her willowy frame. She was thin but not scrawny—her body toned and well sculpted. She moved with grace and fluidity, as if she had been a dancer before she’d gotten into Interior Design. And those big brown eyes of hers that had been in his thoughts constantly over the past couple weeks watched him intently as he sat down across the table from her. He lowered himself onto a chair and found himself thinking that if he were able to just stare at her long enough the secret of her identity would be revealed to him.
“I’ve got a lot of great ideas.” Rachel said smiling and pulling him from his thoughts. “And I’ve got to tell you,” she continued, “I’m really excited to be working with you on this. I think it’s going to be a lot of fun and I think you’re really going to like the changes we make.”
JC watched as she started flipping through the notebooks piled on the table, pointing out different fabric swatches and paint samples, listing off different ideas and plans she had. His eyes kept drifting up to look at her and he found himself captivated. He could tell she loved her job and the passion and excitement she felt for it were contagious. Everyone had told him that remodeling and redecorating his house would be a stressful experience that would have a perfectionist like himself pulling his hair out. But as he had to force himself once more to pay attention to what Rachel was saying, the only thing he felt was a growing sense of excitement. These next couple weeks could prove to be very interesting. Now if only he could figure out where he knew her from…
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Rachel kept glancing over at JC as she talked, her heart skipping every time she looked up and found his blue eyes on her. It made her smile, knowing he was watching her as much as she was watching him—if not more.
“So how does that sound?” She asked, looking up at him as she got done explaining some of her ideas.
“Sounds great.” He replied, his eyes keeping a steady hold on hers as he stayed leaning over the table, his arms crossed supporting his weight. The look on his face tempted Rachel to ask if he had been listening to anything she had said the past thirty minutes and if he knew what he had just agreed to let her do to his house. She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. “Are you sure?” She asked, raising a curious brow.
“Yeah. Why?” He asked. “What--”
“No, no, no. Listen, Marcus. Jace is completely booked that week with promo for MTV.” A clipped feminine British voice preceded its owner into the kitchen. “No, he’s going home that weekend.”
Rachel looked up as one of the most gorgeous women she’d ever seen came into the room, her jaw dropping slightly as the woman stopped in the doorway, her hands gesturing wildly as she continued talking into the earpiece she wore. Her dark skin, big black eyes and curly dark hair (which hung down her back) made Rachel suddenly feel very insecure about herself.
“Yes. Yes, alright.” The woman spoke again. “I don’t know if that will work. You know how…” She sighed. “Hold on I’ll ask.” She said, pushing a button on the PDA in her hand as she looked over at Rachel and JC sitting at the table. “Jace? Marcus wants to know if you’re available for some radio spots when you’re in Maryland next month.”
“Radio spots for what?” He asked.
Rachel watched as the young woman (who, Rachel decided was probably close to her own age—thirty at the most) looked down at the PDA in her left hand.
Sarah shrugged one shoulder. “One of the stations heard you were going to be in town and they want you either Thursday or Friday morning.” She replied and Rachel’s heart dropped as she realized who this woman was. “Preferably Thursday.”
“Am I just calling in or do they want me in studio?” He asked sounding a bit frustrated. But, Rachel was too busy picking her jaw up off the floor to wonder over the source of his frustration.
This is Sarah? Rachel thought. This is his assistant!? Rachel bit back the bitter, ironic chuckle that wanted to escape. She didn’t know why, but when she’d spoken with Sarah over the phone and heard her accent, Rachel had immediately conjured up an image of an older, motherly type of woman with graying hair and bad teeth (after all, the Brits were notorious for their bad teeth), but JC wouldn’t have an ugly assistant. Of course his assistant would look like some exotic goddess. What had she been thinking? Rachel began to wonder about their relationship and how long Sarah had been working for him.
“They’d like you in studio to take some calls.” Sarah said.
“I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “They do this every time they find out I’m in town.” He looked at Sarah.
“Of course they do.” Sarah smiled. “You’re the local celebrity.”
JC sighed heavily.
“I told Marcus you were going to be with your family that weekend,” Sarah explained, “But he thinks it’ll be good publicity.”
“For what?” He mumbled under his breath, a bitter chuckle escaping. Rachel slowly tore her eyes away from Sarah and looked over at him. She watched him closely, her brows furrowing at his hesitance. It was clear he really didn’t want to do the interview.
“Look, do you want to do it or not?” Sarah asked. “I can just tell him that you’re not available that weekend.”
“Yeah and you know what will happen.” He sighed. “Alright. I’ll do it.” He said.
“You sure?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah.” JC replied. “But tell him I want a list of the questions they’re going to ask before hand. No more surprises.” He grumbled finally looked up at Rachel. Surprises? She wanted to ask. Are you really still surprised in interviews, JC? After all the years you’ve been in this business? Rachel couldn’t help the small smile that came to her lips and she forced her eyes from him. She looked down at the notes in front of her. Somehow, knowing he didn’t like doing interviews made him more endearing.
“Sure.” Sarah replied, pressing a button on the PDA. “Marcus?” She asked. “You still there, love? Great.” She smiled as she turned and left the kitchen. “Jace says he’ll do it. Now, let’s get down to specifics. What…” Her voice trailed off as she walked back to wherever it was she had been before.
“Sorry about that.” JC apologized. “That was my assistant, Sarah Rogers.” He offered in explanation.
“Yeah.” Rachel nodded. “Yeah, we uh…we spoke on the phone last week. She’s not what I pictured.” Rachel admitted. “She seems very…” beautiful...stunning...gorgeous... “nice.” Rachel tucked her hair behind her ears as her brows furrowed slightly. She fought to cover the shock she was still feeling as she smiled at him.
“Yeah. She’s great. She’s awesome when it comes to juggling my schedule and she’s the most organized assistant I’ve ever had. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” JC smiled.
Yeah, I bet you don’t. Rachel fought not to roll her eyes at his praise for the young woman; the jealous teenage fan inside her again wondering about his relationship with the other woman. “Well,” She said, closing her sketchbook and forcing herself to smile as she stood. JC scooted his chair back and stood as well. Rachel felt her smile grow at that small gesture of respect that had been done so automatically. It just proved what kind of guy JC really was and the jealousy and bitterness she had been feeling moments before seemed to dissipate. She began closing and gathering up the sample notebooks that were spread far and wide across the table. “Tony should be in touch sometime this week, and then we can go from there.”
“Tony?” He questioned, his brows furrowing.
“The contractor.” Rachel supplied as she looked at him, the confused look in his blue eyes making her want to laugh. His assistant may be drop dead gorgeous but it was plain old Rachel Kline who had just managed to have a long, detailed conversation with the boy, in which he had been too busy staring at her to process any of the information she had given him. Rachel felt her deflated self-confidence bounce back just a little bit. “The guy I told you about?” She continued. “The one who’s going to move those walls I mentioned?”
“Oh, right.” JC said, his eyes and facial expression completely giving away the fact that he had no recollection of that particular detail. “Right…the-the walls.”
Rachel bit her cheek to keep from smiling too big. She flipped through her sketchbook and withdrew a couple pages. “Here.” She said, handing them to him. “These are your copies.” She gathered up the books and turned as he walked around the table.
“Thanks.” He said, looking down at the papers in his hands, then dropping his arms to his sides and walking with her back to the front door.
“Once Tony gets in touch with you and sets up a time to come do the demolition, I’ll come over with him beforehand to make sure he knows what it is we want to do.”
JC nodded as they approached the front door. Rachel stopped, expecting him to open it, but when he just stood there she slowly raised one brow. “Everything we talked about is outlined there.” She smiled as he raised the papers she’d handed him and his eyes quickly searched for the information. She looked down at the ground and cleared her throat. “Well, I guess that’s it.” She said.
“Oh.” He quickly reached for the door handle. “Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly.
Rachel smiled as she walked outside. “My number’s on the bottom of the page there. Give me a call.” She said again, his eyes quickly connecting with hers. Rachel felt her heart skip a beat. “If you…you know…have any questions about what we talked about.”
“Yeah, okay.” He nodded as she smiled then turned and walked out to her car. She had almost made it when for no apparent reason, being the klutz she truly was, stumbled—her ankle rolling slightly as she almost spilled everything she was carrying.
“Are you alright?” JC asked, taking several steps towards her.
“I’m fine.” Rachel replied quickly holding a hand up as he stopped a few feet from her. Her face felt like it was on fire and she smiled bravely back at him—the entire time wishing for a black hole to open up and swallow her whole—as he walked towards her.
“Are you sure?” He asked, the concern in his eyes making her melt.
“Yes.” She said as the humor and complete ridiculousness of the situation finally got to her. So much for making a good impression. Rachel rolled her eyes as she chuckled. “Yes, I’m fine.” She assured him. “Don’t worry.” She opened up the back door of her car and placed the notebooks on the backseat. “It happens all the time.” She smiled at him as she slid behind the wheel. “Have a good day.” She said as she closed the door and started the car.
As she drove down the driveway Rachel rolled her eyes. “Oh brother!” She mumbled. “Classic. You had to go and make a fool of yourself in front of him, didn’t you?”
She glanced in her rearview mirror, a smile spreading as JC continued standing in his driveway, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, watching as she drove away. Once she was out of his neighborhood and stopped at a red light, Rachel pulled her phone from her purse and flipped it open, quickly typing a message to Megan.
Have I mentioned the fact that I am completely in love with him?
She sent the message as traffic started moving. Rachel couldn’t help the smile that stayed on her face as she thought back to the way his eyes hadn’t strayed from her face for very long during the entire time she’d been with him. Even when Aphrodite herself had appeared, JC’s attention had been focused on her. Her phone vibrated and she flipped it open as she pulled into line at the first fast food place she saw.
Is it love? Or is it LOVE?
Rachel laughed as she answered Megan.
You know how I’m in love with cheesecake? It’s like that...only times 1000.
Rachel ordered a large diet Coke and waited for Megan’s response.
LOL! That bad, huh?
Rachel smiled as she pulled up to the window and handed the woman at the register her debit card.
Yes, and I also managed to make a fool of myself in front of him! I’ll tell you all about it when I call you tonight :)
Megan’s response came quickly.
Lol! Alright, sounds good!Try not to drool over him too much today.
Rachel smiled as she took her drink and pulled out of the drive-thru. She made her way across town to her office and attempted to focus on the other projects she was working on. However, a very distracting pair of blue eyes would not leave her mind. Rachel’s heart flipped and her stomach fluttered every time she thought about him. It was a very dangerous situation she had gotten herself into. The more time she spent with JC the more she knew her heart was in danger of getting involved because she had the habit of building things up in her head and totally blowing them out of proportion. Instead of feeling concerned however, all she felt was a giddy excitement. This whole situation may very well end up in heartache and disappointment but Rachel didn’t care.
Bring it on. She thought.