Conquering an Untamed Flame (Johnny Storm fanfic)

Chapter 3: My Bra Strap Has Come Undone!

        Fame can be a very tedious thing. It’s as if your life has all of a sudden become a book for the entire world to read. Even better, it’s as if you’ve stripped down completely, then presented yourself in front of a large crowd. You have nothing to hide, there’s no secrecy. You’re completely on view for anyone and everyone to see.

        It also tends to remind me of Wikipedia. On Wikipedia, you can find quite a lot of information right, yet there’s always people having to go in there and alter the truth. Change it somehow. That is what fame is. Being famous you can find a lot of true information about you, yet there’s always that one or two magazines that take things out of context to make the story better. Just because it makes it interesting, doesn’t mean it’s true.

        Jordan’s excessive fame spreads to Chase, Lucas and I. Although obviously Jordan receives the most attention, the public more than vaguely can identify who I am and sometimes even what my favourite colour is, just because I’m his Personal Assistant. Even though Chase and Lucas receive quite a bit of publicity as well, they’re still only recognised as Jordan’s foremost and best body guards, and don’t have their own Wikipedia page unlike Jordan and I, for I have to represent him in many press conferences or business meetings when he can’t be in two places at once.

        With all this fame, it doesn’t shock me when the sleek and prestigious limousine occupying Jordan and I pulls up to the Baxter Building and we’re all of a sudden bombarded with the Fantastic Four’s fans, who were patiently waiting for their idols to emerge from their building in hope of catching their eye and receiving a few signatures or photographs. Putting on his public mask and acting like the gentleman that he is, he exits the vehicle when the chauffeur obligingly opens the door for him, then turns to extend his hand to me as I expose my flesh to the cool and crisp New York breeze.

        Graciously accepting Jordan’s offered hand, he aids me onto my feet and out of the car without my black just a tad below thigh length pencil skirt rising or revealing my underwear to the almost paralysing flickers of camera flashes. Once out of the car, I straighten out my sleeveless white blouse, tucking a strand of blonde hair that seems to have escaped my bun behind my ear, formally forcing a smile to the fans and paparazzi as Jordan gives his signature bad boy smirk, winking at a few women on the way in.

        Once inside, we both simultaneously sigh in relief, not even having to look at one another as we give each other a weak high five. “Survived yet another media attack,” I exasperate, holding the black binder folder firmly against my chest and adjusting the Bluetooth in my ear.

        He sways backwards and groans. “One of the ladies proposed to me with a ring pop. I actually contemplated accepting just so I could have the lolly ring. It was strawberry flavour too!”

        I sympathetically pat his back. “We’ll stop by Walmart on the way home and buy you one, okay?”

        He scoffs, shaking his head. “Na, now I’m in the mood for a strawberry lollipop. I’m calling Travis to drop one off during the meeting.” He begins to wonder off, finding a secluded corner of the lobby and talking into his own Bluetooth as I roll my eyes at the predictable act, listening to the clicking and clacking of my white strap heels against the polished marble flooring.

        Politely smiling at the concierge, I inform him “Jordan Parks and Estelle Aveline here to see a Dr Reed Richards?”

        He appears to be fumbling over his words at the appearance of Jordan and I. “Uh-uh yeah. I’ll call in to let him know.”

        My grin creates dimples in my cheeks. “Thank you.”

        Clicking and clacking my way over to the waiting area, I smoothly take a seat and cross one leg over the other, Jordan residing next to me not much longer afterwards. “Travis is well, slightly tired from the plane trip, but well. He’ll be here in 15 minutes or so.”