Sprite, so she assumed this was what he meant by ‘clear’.
As she looked for glasses and popped open the cans, she caught a glance at her reflection in the glass doors of a cabinet. She made a face at herself. She looked so ordinary.
There was only one thing for it, she thought. If she was going to live in LA among the beautiful people, she needed a makeover. She could hardly believe she was even entertaining the possibility, but if she wanted to truly move on, she needed to become a new woman.
She needed to become the LA-style girl she’d been at the Skyhigh Bar. The girl who’d flirted easily with a movie star, and hadn’t been afraid what anyone thought of her.
And most of all, the girl who didn’t run over the guy in the next room.
9
‘Owwwwww.’ Andie lay on the bed, tears springing from her eyes. ‘Please. Stop.’
‘Don’t listen to her,’ Jess commanded from the side of the room. Andie half sat up and looked at her friend. Jess was texting on her phone, her fingers a blur of movement.
‘He isn’t going to see down there. Why do I need it waxed?’ Andie whined.
‘He might look down there,’ said Jess not looking up. ‘If he looks like he’s going to, you may want to consider a vajazzle.’
‘I just want to look professional, not like a professional stripper.’
‘Prude,’ said Jess cheerfully.
‘Ha, says you,’ said Andie, lying back down. ‘How much longer will this take? I’m supposed to be picking up a goji berry juice and his tuxedo from Armani.’
It was only Andie’s second day as James’s assistant and she was already taking time off.
‘This is it for today,’ said Jess, putting her phone away. ‘Eyebrow shape and bikini wax. Tomorrow, a haircut and then I’ll hook you up with my stylist friend, since you hate my wardrobe suggestions.’ She poked out her tongue.
‘I don’t hate them. I just can’t rock heels and miniskirts like you do,’ said Andie honestly. ‘I feel self-conscious in them.’
‘So why are you agreeing to the makeover now?’ asked Jess, still texting.
‘I just want to look, I don’t know … more polished,’ said Andie.
She also didn’t want to look like the girl in the mirror who made such bad choices, who luck didn’t follow, who didn’t have anyone anymore.
When the appointment was finally over, the girls walked out into the bright sunshine.
‘I can’t believe Cece put you up for this babysitting job,’ said Jess, putting on her oversized sunglasses. ‘You owe her big time.’
Andie said nothing. She hadn’t spoken to Cece since she’d moved into James’s house. She’d had no phone calls or texts from her. Cece must hate her, she reasoned. She hated herself for what she did.
‘Have you seen her?’ she asked casually.
‘Who? Cece? Nah, she’s gone to Palm Springs to a health retreat,’ said Jess. ‘Didn’t she mention it to you?’
Andie feigned remembering. ‘Oh, right. Yeah, she said something about it.’
So, Cece had run away from her screwed-up niece. Fair enough.
‘Hey, I have to go to a meeting with the director of the war movie,’ said Jess. ‘He wants to talk to me about something. I haven’t signed the contract yet. I hope he doesn’t want to dump me for the part now.’
Andie looked up from checking her two phones for messages. ‘Can he do that?’ she asked, frowning.
‘Of course he can. Anything can happen in Hollywood,’ she said. She got into the Porsche, ignoring a parking ticket on the window.
‘See ya tomorrow.’ Jess waved and drove away.
Andie got into James’s Bentley and programmed the GPS to take her to Armani.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could get a GPS for your life, she thought as she drove the car. Turn right here, take this job, travel for six months . Sleep with that guy. Don’t sleep with that other guy. Listen to that conversation. Push yourself further. You have reached your destination. Andie laughed as she parked the car and pulled out her notebook. She
As she looked for glasses and popped open the cans, she caught a glance at her reflection in the glass doors of a cabinet. She made a face at herself. She looked so ordinary.
There was only one thing for it, she thought. If she was going to live in LA among the beautiful people, she needed a makeover. She could hardly believe she was even entertaining the possibility, but if she wanted to truly move on, she needed to become a new woman.
She needed to become the LA-style girl she’d been at the Skyhigh Bar. The girl who’d flirted easily with a movie star, and hadn’t been afraid what anyone thought of her.
And most of all, the girl who didn’t run over the guy in the next room.
9
‘Owwwwww.’ Andie lay on the bed, tears springing from her eyes. ‘Please. Stop.’
‘Don’t listen to her,’ Jess commanded from the side of the room. Andie half sat up and looked at her friend. Jess was texting on her phone, her fingers a blur of movement.
‘He isn’t going to see down there. Why do I need it waxed?’ Andie whined.
‘He might look down there,’ said Jess not looking up. ‘If he looks like he’s going to, you may want to consider a vajazzle.’
‘I just want to look professional, not like a professional stripper.’
‘Prude,’ said Jess cheerfully.
‘Ha, says you,’ said Andie, lying back down. ‘How much longer will this take? I’m supposed to be picking up a goji berry juice and his tuxedo from Armani.’
It was only Andie’s second day as James’s assistant and she was already taking time off.
‘This is it for today,’ said Jess, putting her phone away. ‘Eyebrow shape and bikini wax. Tomorrow, a haircut and then I’ll hook you up with my stylist friend, since you hate my wardrobe suggestions.’ She poked out her tongue.
‘I don’t hate them. I just can’t rock heels and miniskirts like you do,’ said Andie honestly. ‘I feel self-conscious in them.’
‘So why are you agreeing to the makeover now?’ asked Jess, still texting.
‘I just want to look, I don’t know … more polished,’ said Andie.
She also didn’t want to look like the girl in the mirror who made such bad choices, who luck didn’t follow, who didn’t have anyone anymore.
When the appointment was finally over, the girls walked out into the bright sunshine.
‘I can’t believe Cece put you up for this babysitting job,’ said Jess, putting on her oversized sunglasses. ‘You owe her big time.’
Andie said nothing. She hadn’t spoken to Cece since she’d moved into James’s house. She’d had no phone calls or texts from her. Cece must hate her, she reasoned. She hated herself for what she did.
‘Have you seen her?’ she asked casually.
‘Who? Cece? Nah, she’s gone to Palm Springs to a health retreat,’ said Jess. ‘Didn’t she mention it to you?’
Andie feigned remembering. ‘Oh, right. Yeah, she said something about it.’
So, Cece had run away from her screwed-up niece. Fair enough.
‘Hey, I have to go to a meeting with the director of the war movie,’ said Jess. ‘He wants to talk to me about something. I haven’t signed the contract yet. I hope he doesn’t want to dump me for the part now.’
Andie looked up from checking her two phones for messages. ‘Can he do that?’ she asked, frowning.
‘Of course he can. Anything can happen in Hollywood,’ she said. She got into the Porsche, ignoring a parking ticket on the window.
‘See ya tomorrow.’ Jess waved and drove away.
Andie got into James’s Bentley and programmed the GPS to take her to Armani.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could get a GPS for your life, she thought as she drove the car. Turn right here, take this job, travel for six months . Sleep with that guy. Don’t sleep with that other guy. Listen to that conversation. Push yourself further. You have reached your destination. Andie laughed as she parked the car and pulled out her notebook. She
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