Page 6 of Unspoken Confessions
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Jameson
Austin knocked on the door and shot a look over his shoulder at me. He was a little too excited about this mission… job… whatever the fuck it was. However, it was clear that I didn’t share the same enthusiasm that he had. And I was less thrilled to be working with him. The only saving grace was that I wouldn’t have to see him except when I was handing off my shift to him and vice versa.
That wasn’t even diving into the fact that I didn’t want to do this whole thing anyway. I didn’t want to be around this Nick star and I didn’t want to deal with whatever issues he had. And no, I wasn’t talking about this crazy fan business. I was talking about the deeper ones. The ones I’d seen so easily in one look into his eyes that night.
I huffed out a breath and shook my head.
It wasn’t my concern and I didn’t need to make it that either.
Just babysit this fuck until he feels safe again.
Crazy fans were normal for these guys.
I wasn’t sure why he couldn’t handle it.
I’d read the copies of letters that had been in the file, but they didn’t seem too over the top. Maybe a little on the obsessed fan side, like the kind where they have this fantasy about marriage and shit. What starry-eyed teenager hasn’t had those kinds of thoughts about a celebrity crush? Yet, something in them must have spooked him good if he’d gotten someone to pull some strings to get us here.
Yeah, this wasn’t one of our normal jobs, but I couldn’t really hate the fact that I’d get a bit of a break. The hard work wasn’t the problem. It was the things we had to see on nearly a daily basis. It got to you after a while.
“Hi,” a cute little twink said with a wide smile as he pulled the door open. His platinum blonde hair hung over his forehead in a way that made you wonder how it stayed there. His clothes were nice and he seemed like he was one of those pleasant, bubbly types. “I’m guessing you’re the security detail.”
I held back my snort but I was sure my face showed it all.
“Yes, that would be us. I’m Austin,” my nemesis said with a charming smile as he held out his hand. “This is Jameson. He’ll be point on this one.”
“My name’s Jenner, as I’m sure you saw in the file, but please call me Jen,” the guy said, shaking Austin’s hand and flushing under his charm. Though I had a feeling Jen was used to this kind of flirting. He was the type, could probably have any man that he wanted.
Yes, it was clear that he was gay, I wasn’t even judging, but it was something no one could deny.
Jen’s eyes slid over to me and his gaze raked up and down my body, but his face gave nothing away as to what he thought of me.
“Come in,” he said. “I recognize your pictures from the file that was sent over. Did you get in the gate okay?”
“Just fine, thank you,” Austin replied.
I hung back, my eyes raking over everything we passed.
It all felt a bit much and though I didn’t know Mr. Movie Star, something about the whole thing felt wrong.
It wasn’t ugly, exactly.
Okay, fine, it was horrible.
I couldn’t even lie about that.
For one, too many bright colors.
And the so-called art on the walls… it just screamed ‘trying too hard.’ Which I guess could fit this guy since that night I’d seen himtrying too hardto cover up what he really wanted.
I reminded myself to hold back my judgment and refrain from letting my personal feeling taint the job.
It was something that should have been easy to do but for one reason or another, I was having a difficult time doing that with this one.
“This is the kitchen,” Jen said and he waved his hand through the air in a showy manner.
Guess we were getting a house tour before getting down to business.
