Free Cut by Kathleen Mareé Page A

gossip to my friends about; and of course I am a little curious about what it would be like to spend the day with this famous guy.
    Besides, it takes two to tango.
    I roll my eyes chuckling to myself as that saying I think every mother uses at some stage in their lives whilst talking to their daughters - sounds hilarious coming from me.
    I really need to give mum a call.
    My thoughts quickly drift to my parents and how worried they must be. I haven’t spoken to them since they moved to Queensland, which was around the same time that my beloved and I broke up. I haven’t really spoken to anyone. I decide that after my day with Mr Musician I will call my mum and let her know I’m alright, despite not really being okay. So maybe I should just settle for letting her know that I am alive.
    That works.
    Just then a white taxi pulls up in the kerb and I immediately take long, striding steps towards the rear door. As soon as I reach the handle, the door automatically opens and slowly swings out in front of me. Surprised, I raise my sight to look inside and am met with those striking icy blue eyes. It’s Jay. I gasp at both the astonishment of seeing him there and the intensity his gaze hits me with. His text clearly said he would send a car for me but never mentioned he would be in it. I just assumed I would be meeting him somewhere. I look down, away from his face and slide into the rear seat closing the door behind me; still making a conscious effort not to look at him. I blush.
    "Nice to see you again Penelope," he states smoothly. That cold, shrilling monotone cutting through my insides and forcing me to slowly turn my face to meet his. I smile nervously.
    "So where are you taking me?" he continues, a slight arrogant smirk across his face.
    Huh?
    Oh, you so know what you are doing.
    My good conscious shakes her head at me disapprovingly.
    "Where do you want to go?" I ask surprisingly sarcastic raising my eyebrows to emphasise my tone; feeling quite proud of myself for matching his attempt at overconfidence.
    He doesn’t answer me, but continues his stare. That dark unemotional gaze that looks right into my soul. I shake the feelings off me, my routine stubbornness claiming all of its glory.
    "Argyle Street, The Rocks please," I turn and call assertively to the driver.
    There!
    As the car leaves the kerb of Rosie’s terrace, I turn my gaze towards Jay. He is sitting completely still on his side of the vehicle, so casually and naturally.
    Wow, he is pretty hot. Rosie’s right.
    He is so damn attractive that it’s almost unbelievable. It's like he isn’t even real. The perfect way his brown hair stands sexily tall, without even a hint of hair product; and his smooth fair skin perfectly complementing the contrast between his darker hair and pale blue eyes. He is dressed so effortlessly today in slim black jeans and a thin white tee which sits loosely on his firm body - yet is fragile enough to see the toned outline of his sculptured body beneath it. His strong left leg crossed over his right, all the way down to his lace up boots which aren’t even done up all the way to the top.
    He’s that cool , my conscious quips at me sarcastically.
    I feel so out of my league.
    I glance down towards my outfit that I threw on this morning and it doesn’t seem to impress me enough at all. Not for the fact that I am sharing a car with someone famous, who is probably used to much more beautiful and well-dressed company. I feel queasy just thinking about it.
    "The Rocks?" his sleek tone questions, forcing my eyes to look up at him.
    "Umm, yeah. Have you been?" I ask curiously whilst fidgeting my fingers in my lap. All of my previous sarcasm and assurance now completely evaporated from my body.
    He gazes down towards his phone that is cradled in his hand as he responds. "Many times."
    Oh. 
    I fidget nervously.
    I am so uncomfortable.
    I don’t even know what to say to him!
    Think of something to say.... think of something to say....
    I