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the giggles just imagining it.
    She whacked me on the arm. “Stop! It’s not funny.” But her lips twitched when she said it. “Come on, Al. I’m seriously shaking in my combat boots.”
    I gave what she called her “dress” boots a meaningful look. “You’re not wearing combat boots, for a change, and he’s just a guy, Des.” I hooked my arm through hers. “He puts his underwear on one leg at a time.”
    â€œPfft,” she scoffed. “Bet he has someone do it for him. And you know he’s got people taking them off.”
    I thought about the insinuations Jameson had made earlier. Was Dakota more scoundrel than stud? Guess we’d know soon enough.
    I looked back at Jameson. Our gazes caught and my pulse revved like I’d throttled up a Harley. I gave him a tentative smile and then twisted back around. Maybe he wasn’t so deplorable after all. He hadn’t said another disparaging word about Dakota since picking us up for our meeting. In fact, he had teasingly played into Des’s nervous energy by regaling her with amusing anecdotes about Dakota. Still, something about Jameson just seemed … off. I sensed an underlying—what was it? Hatred? No, more like distaste for his employer. Question was: why? Why work for someone you didn’t respect? With Jameson’s gorgeous looks, he could easily get work out here as a model or actor. Playing PA to Dakota Danvers just didn’t make sense.
    â€œHow is it you’re so calm, cool, and annoying?” Des asked, sounding miffed. “I like it when you lose control. You need to quit being so Good Golly Miss Molly all the time.”
    If one bone of contention lay between us, it was this.
    Me = Good Girl.
    Her = Rebel.
    Des tried to coax, cajole, and cow me into breaking the rules as often as possible. I could count the number of times I’d actually done so on one hand, and the consequences hadn’t been worth it, but that certainly didn’t keep her from trying to scuff up my goody two-shoes.
    â€œAren’t you at least nervous?”
    â€œA little,” I answered. Truthfully, I had this inexplicable sense of foreboding more than I did the jitters. I could only tie it to the negative comments Jameson had made about Dakota. Besides, Des seemed nervous enough for the both of us.
    â€œA little,” she mimicked. “He’s only the hottest star on the planet and we’re about to meet him. Right here. Right now.” Audible gulp. “Oh, shit.”
    We stood outside Jolly Green Giant–sized double doors that had the mag’s name etched into the crystal-clear glass. Inside, the lobby for the EnterTEENment offices boasted art deco furniture and a bright, funky décor that looked like a Crayola box had exploded on the walls. As I carefully reached for the door handle, mindful of not leaving any fingerprints, I had to admit a sudden swarm of dragonflies took wing in my tummy. Turning to give Des one last reassuring smile and to shore up my own fleeting courage, I flinched when I noticed her pasty and putrid complexion.
    â€œOh, no,” I said as she slammed a hand over her mouth. “No, no-no, no.”
    â€œS’okay,” Des mumbled around a cringing swallow. “I just puked a little in my mouth.”
    â€œInterna-hurl,” we both said, and then cracked up.
    We dashed off to the bathroom where Des brushed her teeth with her finger and some toothpaste I had in my purse. When we returned to the office doors, Jameson stood waiting, his brow creased in worry. “Everything okay?”
    â€œI’m a little, uh, nervous,” Des admitted with chagrin.
    â€œBut I think it’s out of her system now,” I said. “Or would that be back in, Des?” I asked with a laugh.
    â€œThere’s nothing to worry about.” Jameson gave Des a sympathetic smile, but when his glance slid my way his face turned stony, like a