Just the Sexiest Man Alive(9)
Jason continued to smile as he nonchalantly adjusted his watch, turning it around his wrist. He seemed very indifferent to the whole affair.
“It’s a big town, and there are plenty of roles for all of us. Besides, I’m very excited about my next project—a legal thriller with Paramount.”
The secretaries surrounding the television erupted into cheers and pointed at Taylor. She waved off the attention with some embarrassment.
On screen, the reporter appeared resigned to the fact that he wasn’t getting any gossip out of the actor, at least not on that subject.
“So with all the roles available to you, how do you know which one to choose?”
Jason crossed one leg over the other and stretched an arm casually along the back of the couch. The fitted V-neck sweater he wore emphasized the broad shoulders and lean muscular physique Taylor knew was underneath. As infrequently as she went to the movies, even she had seen Overload, and she recalled with a fair amount of detail the scene in the shower where Jason’s character leaned emotionally against the wall, letting the water wash the blood of his slain wife off his naked body. Not since Psycho had a shower scene more affected the female moviegoing public.
“You know, Billy, you just have to go with your instincts,” Jason explained in response to the reporter’s question. “Something clicks, something comes alive inside you—feelings you maybe didn’t even realize you had—and you suddenly know you’ve found the right fit.”
The reporter shifted eagerly in his chair at the opening Jason had just provided him. “Speaking of finding the right fit . . . you’ve led into my next topic. Women.”
Jason laughed and folded his arms behind his head. “You guys are all the same. You always ask me about this.”
“Can you blame us?” the reporter inquired with an innocent grin. “You’ve dated supermodels, a pop star, and many of the most beautiful actresses in Hollywood.”
Jason nodded along with the list, obviously quite proud of his accomplishments.
“And I think the only thing that gets more media coverage than the names of the women you date is the speed at which you go through them. Let’s see, you are . . .” The reporter trailed off as he shifted through his notes, appearing puzzled. “Oh, I see that for ‘age,’ your publicist tells us only that you are in your ‘thirties.’ ”
The reporter glanced up questioningly at Jason.
Who clearly had nothing further to add on that particular subject.
After a semi-awkward moment, the reporter pressed on. “I guess my question is this: when it comes to women, what are you looking for?”
The camera zoomed in on Jason. And Taylor watched as he answered as only a man in his position could.
“My philosophy is that relationships should be treated the same as a new script. If it doesn’t hold my interest after an hour, I’m not going to waste any more time on it.”
Taylor’s mouth fell open at the pure, unadulterated arrogance of his words.
Linda, who was standing next to her, leaned over and mumbled under her breath. “Wow—actress, supermodel, whoever—I feel sorry for any woman who has to get over him.”
Taylor turned to Linda, scoffing vehemently at this.
“Please—after hearing what he just said, any woman dumb enough to go out with him can’t complain when she inevitably gets hurt.”
“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”
“Maybe. But I’ll tell you this—smart women don’t date Jason Andrews.”
Linda nodded as she turned back to the television. “I suppose that’s true.”
But then she peered over at Taylor with a sly grin. “Except . . . let’s see how much that resistance holds up once you’re alone with him.” Listening in, the other secretaries all laughed in implicit agreement.
Taylor defiantly flung her long hair over her shoulders. Jason Andrews had hardly made much of an impression on her thus far.
“Please—I’m sure in real life the man can barely hold an intelligent conversation.”
Linda considered this. “Well then, I guess you better find a way to keep him from doing a lot of talking.” She threw Taylor a wicked grin. “How big is your shower?”
The secretaries burst into tittering giggles.
Taylor found herself oddly flustered by Linda’s words. It had to be the temperature in the office, she thought with annoyance, which had suddenly become ridiculously hot again. All that money, and the firm couldn’t even afford damn decent air-conditioning.
Realizing she had been fanning herself—and that everyone was watching—Taylor stopped and pretended to be waving off the group’s giggles.
“Don’t you people have any work to do?”
The secretaries exchanged amused looks at her tone. With a dismissive flick of her hand—figuring she’d wasted more than enough time on nonsense that morning—Taylor abruptly turned back toward her office.
And stumbled most ungracefully over a file box sitting in the hallway.
After an ungainly balancing act, Taylor managed to right herself. She looked down in annoyance. Stupid stinking box. She kicked it with her heel.
Behind her, the secretaries giggled even louder.
Taylor straightened her suit and pulled herself together, then hurried off to the sanctity of her office. On her way, she gestured to the object of everyone’s fascination.