Birthday Bonus Throwout

It's my birthday, so you all get a bonus :) Enjoy the weekend


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“STORM! STORM JASPER!” A high pitched voice rips through the crowd outside the cubicle.


“Shit.” I whisper to myself, Jax giving me a raised eyebrow. “It’s my editor.” I qualify, and he nods in understanding. “Do you mind?”


“No, go get her before they drag her out.” He smiles and shakes his head as I wiggle my way through the cramped enclosure.


I am not even through the curtain before she spots me.


“There you are bitch. I was beginning to think you made it all up so I wouldn’t think you were sitting alone in your room.”


I giggle at her and shyly shake my head. She knows me too well. I grab her elbow and steer her inside the  prep area. Jen looks around the small space, mouth gaping. Leaning to me she whispers; “Fuck girl, glad I didn’t wear panties.” A laugh bursts from my chest as I drag her along. This is why I love her so much.


Jax is seated right where I left him, fumbling with a decorative barbed wire bracelet that looks as if it weighs five pounds. I walk over and easily affix the clasp, earning a smile from him. He had chosen a ridiculously tight pare of shredded black jeans for the runway show, and with a little influence on my part, decided to forego a shirt for an open leather vest. Jax smiles widely at Jen, who has been staring in shocked silence since we arrived in his presence.


Standing he proffers is hand. “Hi, you must be the editor.”


Jen takes only a second to recover, hooding her eyes and offering him a sexy grin. “Jennifer  Leto, Attorney at law, Promoter, Editor, Agent to the Stars.” She firmly shakes his hand. “Can I just say how pleased I am to meet you.” She scourers his body with her eyes. “All of you.”


I stifle a laugh as Jen lays it on thick. I don’t think she actually tries to turn into a sex kitten when she goes into business mode. However, I do know it works well for her. Her books have several big Hollywood names on them.


“Nice to meet you too.”  Jax gives me an amused look. “Well I have to get over to the staging area. You guys head over to the show, I have seats reserved for you under Storm’s name.”


He promises to slip out after he is done and find us in the crowd, and we make our way toward the exit. Jen has a death grip on my arm and as soon as we are beyond the fabric partition she starts. “Holy fuck girl, that man is my kryptonite. So you think he would let me represent him? I didn’t realize he was that tall in person. I seriously need to find a quiet corner to collect myself, because I don’t think my ovaries survived the fire that man ignited in my skirt.”  Her rapid fire observations have me laughing so hard I am tearing up.


I love this girl so hard.

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