Page 16 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Jenner is cute. Famous. Talented. I wouldn’t blame you for wanting him.”

“He’s not cute.” Jenner was handsome, gorgeous, attractive. Cute didn’t come close to describing Jenner. “He’s far more than cute.”

When Jenner was around, everyone else faded into the background. It wasn’t just his looks; it was his superpower.

“Uh, right. He’s not cute. But we still need to speak about your relationship with him. Listen, Immy, the thing is that you’re just not good for his image.”

“I’m his friend and his assistant.”

“Yes, yes.” Lauren waved her hand through the air, looking impatient. “I’m working hard to get his career to the next level. And in order for Jenner to reach that next level, he needs to be available.”

Immy didn’t get it.

“Available for what?”

“Available as a man. Most of his fans are females aged twenty-five to forty. We need him to be free.”

Okay. Now Immy got it and she wasn’t sure she liked it. “He’s not a sex object.”

“Of course not. He’s hugely talented. But things like doing VIP party appearances will boost his popularity with the public. He just doesn’t need any distractions at the moment. He has to concentrate on his career. And I don’t want to be mean?—”

“So don’t,” Immy said quickly.

“What?”

“If you don’t want to be mean, then don’t be mean.”

It was a simple concept to understand, she thought.

“But I just need to tell you this,” Lauren said.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be mean. What you’ve got to say is obviously gonna sound mean, so don’t say it.”

“But it’s my job.”

“Glad I don’t have your job then,” Immy told her fervently.

“It’s just . . . I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You don’t want to be mean and you don’t want me to be hurt, but you’re gonna say this anyway, am I right?”

“Uh, right.” Lauren appeared startled. “Jenner can’t get distracted, by anyone. I understand you probably have a crush on him, but you should find someone else. You’re very pretty and lovely, you’ll soon find someone. And Jenner can remain free for his fans before he finds someone more . . . on his level.”

Ouch.

Pretty and lovely, huh?

Those words should be complimentary, but the way she said them sounded so condescending. Especially when she’d followed that up by saying that Immy wasn’t on his level.

“I was wrong,” Immy said.

“I know.”

“You aren’t beautiful. Not anymore.”

The other woman’s eyes widened and she swallowed heavily. Instantly, Immy felt bad. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t mean.

“I take it back,” she said quickly. “You’re still beautiful. Just a bit mean.”

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