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makeup off,” I smile, trying to ease the tension.
    “No, after?” His stare, so intimidating but yet sexy.
    “No, not really I was just going to go home,” I smile and look away.
    “Good, do you want to get some food?”
    “Um, yes, can do. I’m hungry.”
    God, I wish he would make his mind up instead of being so bloody inconsistent! My phone vibrates, distracting me.
    “Jessica, I will go and get the car. I will meet you outside in two minutes. Don’t make me wait!” he smolders.
    I pull my phone out of my bag and see I have a text from Henry.
    My heart sinks.
    Jess,
    I hope work wells? If you get 5 minutes, can call me. I want to talk.
    I’m on nights for the next week.
    Missing you
    Henry x
     
    Oh shit! What am I doing? I have a loving ex-boyfriend at home who I know so well, who really does care about me, and I’m screwing around with a guy who can’t even remember what happened last night! I know deep down that I will be just another notch on his bed post, but that doesn’t stop me. God, I’m so messed up!
    I check my watch; I’ve been a longer than two minutes. I grab my bag and run to the front entrance, throwing my phone back in my bag. Henry will have to wait. There, my decision is made.
    I open the door and spot Elliott straight away. He is sitting in a Porsche Carrera GT in black. He gets out and opens my door. How very gentlemanly of him!
    “Nice car,” I smile.
    “Yeah, it’s not bad for a present.”
    He shifts it into first gear and it goes, I mean seriously goes. I feel the thrust as I’m thrown back into my seat.
    I look around the interior; it’s all beige with his initials engraved into the leather, the dash is all digital and silver. It must have cost a fortune.
    “It’s a pretty nice present. Who gives presents like this?”
    “Hudson,” he smiles.
    God, is there nothing that man is not involved with?
    “That was jolly nice of him.”
    “It was because I made him thirty million last year.”
    I feel my mouth drop open.
    Thirty million dollars? Bloody hell, you’re talking telephone numbers. It makes my £40,000 a year seem like nothing.
    I feel Elliott glance at me. “It’s just money, Jess,” he smiles.
    God, I am so out of my depth. I thought I knew how to deal with people who had money, especially since Henry’s family was affluent. But this is totally different. I reckon my car probably cost less than the shoes he’s wearing. I start to squirm in my seat - it makes me uncomfortable.
    Elliott notices and changes the subject.
    “What do you fancy... eating wise?” he winks.
    “I don’t mind, whatever you do.” Why am I so complacent around him?
    “Italian, I love it.”
    We pull up outside a little Italian restaurant which is hidden in the back streets of LA.
    He pulls into a parking space marked Staff.
    “Are we allowed to park here?”
    “Jess, I’m allowed to park anywhere! Don’t you know who I am?” he boasts. “No, seriously. I’ve been coming here for years. They know the situation. I come via the back entrance so that the paps can’t get a picture.”
    We walk through the kitchen to a table right at the back. The restaurant’s full but no one notices us as we slip into our seats.
    I pinch myself to see if this is real. I can’t believe I’m having dinner with Elliott Tate. If I think too much about it, I’ll convince myself that I’m only here because he’s paying me, not because he likes me.
    I propel that thought to the back of my mind so that I can consider some personal questions to ask him. I may never get this opportunity again. We talk for hours, he tells me about what a great relationship he has with parents and his younger sister, who’s still at college. How he managed to get into films-it was initially by modeling first and then he started going to auditions where he met Hudson.  Hudson spotted a talent in him which propelled him into the vast world of movies… I lose my train of thought as I ponder the way to ask the next