Page 11 of Drawn to You
I’m so flattered when my hand touches Mason’s. Jeez. The star has a reputation for being stuck up and eccentric, even rude. Thus, such friendliness is unexpected. I stutter again. “Nice to meet you too. I’m, err, Brittney.”
While I take a moment to calm down from the extraordinary experience, Mason obviously enjoys the effect of his charm on ordinary girls like me, and he doesn’t even bother to hide his smirk.
“Great, Brittney. Where are you from?” he asks me. His grey eyes flicker and make me nervous.
“Central California.”
“No way,” he says, looking surprised. “I thought you were from New York or somewhere back East.”
“Why? It’s not like I have an accent.” I chuckle.
“No, that’s why I wasn’t sure.”
At that moment, Andrew emerges from his office.
Mason turns to Andrew, “What’s up, Andy? I see you found another cute hottie. What happened to Patricia?”
I’m both flattered and uncomfortable by the way he refers to me. Again, the guy is supposed to be an unapproachable star, not a guy that would praise ordinary girls.
Andrew, though, isn’t smiling when he responds to Mason. “She no longer works here,” he says without further explanation.
I figure Patricia is his last PA, but I don’t ask.
“So what do you do here, Brittney,” Mason asks me. “Would you be able to help me with my yoga poses? I normally don’t come in this time, and my trainer isn’t here.”
I hesitate and glance at Andrew. I’m eager to help him, but not sure whether it’s my responsibility.
Andrew clears his throat. “Brittney is my new assistant. Not a personal trainer. Darrell or I can help you with the poses.”
“Sure, thanks!” Mason says. “I’ll see you around, Brittney. Nice meeting you!”
“Same here,” I say, smiling until he disappears into the exercise room in the back of the gym.
As soon as he’s gone, Andrew snarls at me. “Get back to work, Britt!”
My mouth falls open. He seems mad! Maybe I chatted for too long with Mason. But what happens to thefriendlycommunity?
Chapter 6
Andrew
I’m helping a member named Martha with her climbing machine, she has a habit of wriggling her ass at me, but I ignore it. My mind is still on Brittney. The presence of Mason Meyer doesn’t help. The motherfucker is up to no good. I didn’t like the way he checked Brittney out earlier. He’s here to do yoga most of the time, never anything physically demanding. Hell, he doesn’t even get a strip of muscle at all.
And why is he here early in the morning? He normally shows up in the evenings when I’m not around. Darrell says the guy has a habit of stroking his biceps. While he doesn’t mind, I cringe just imagining it. The man takes every chance he gets to gawk at me and other employees too, male and female, and it grosses me out even though he might be simply admiring our muscles.
While I can accept these annoying drawbacks as part of the business operation, I can’t stand the way he ogles Brittney. Damn. If he’s changed his schedule to morning hours, then I’ll have to shift Brittney’s schedule, too.
I feel uneasy, and my eyes never leave Brittney. She’s been sitting in front of the computer at the desk. Her profile looks great.
For a moment, I regret letting her work here. This is not a safe place for a girl like her. Creeps like Mason Meyer are all over the streets of Hollywood. As I reminiscence, another customer comes in. He’s a nice guy who doesn’t speak so much, but the brief moment his eyes land on Brittney’s front infuriates me.
Damn. I’m going insane.
I’m being paranoid.
I need to relax.
I look away and concentrate on helping Martha. But my peace of mind doesn’t last long.
