March 15, 2014 - 9:30 am .
India Westbrooks .
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I packed my work clothes into my Nike gym bag and quickly locked my office up. I always change after work because my work clothes are so uncomfortable. I'd rather wear Jordan's than heels any day.
" I feel like a different person. " I mumbled, pulling my distressed jeans down a bit.
" You look like one too."
I jumped, looking up at Chris who was smiling down at me.
I was still slightly starstruck. I, India Westbrooks, was going to be styling the famous Chris Brown. After talking with him and Ms. Knowles, we decided that I should start the next week.
" Where you going, Ms. Westbrooks? " He asked, running his tongue over his bottom lip. He was even more gorgeous in person. I just wanted to reach up and rub his little freckles. I know, I'm weird.
" G-gym. " I told him, fumbling in my purse for my keys.
" Mind if I come with you?"
I took a deep breath, telling myself to relax. He was just a regular person. " Wouldn't that be unprofessional Christopher? " I questioned with a smirk playing at the tip of my lips.
I was surprised at my choice of words. I was talking like we had known each other for years when in reality I haven't even known him personally for more than 2 hours.
" It's Chris to you, ma. "
I widened my eyes but then stopped and furrowed my eyebrows instead. Was he trying to put me in my place?
" I'm just playing witchu, you can call me whatever you want baby girl. " He grinned, showing his small dimples. The media was definitely right. He is super charming. He can get any girl to drop their draws just by saying ' baby girl ' .
" Even if you weren't playing I would have still called you Christopher " . I pursed my lips, emphasizing his name.
He let out a small chuckle just as the elevator slid open. He held his arms out in a ' ladies first ' type away. I walked into the elevator, dropping my heavy gym bag onto the ground.
He eyed me as he stepped on as well. " You prefer India or Ms. Westbrooks? "
" India is fine."
He nodded. " Well to be honest India, I think you'll be a good stylist. " He looked my outfit over. [ her outfit is in mm ]
" You gotta get me back on track because my old stylist didn't know what he was doing. " He shook his head.
I laughed watching him gesture to his current outfit. He had on some dark jeans, a Black Pyramid shirt, a bomber jacket that probably cost more than my house with some Giuseppe shoes. He actually looked good to me but, I could definitely help spice his style up if that's what he wanted.
" You look good Chris." I told him.
He smirked. " I know, I just wanted to hear you say it. "
I smacked my lips, picking up my bag and slinging it at him. He caught it and began laughing. I shook my head, biting down on my lip to keep from smiling. He is something else.
He slung my bag over his shoulder, so I took that as a sign that he would carry it for me. I smiled. The media never showed him doing things like this. He was actually a gentleman.
We stepped off the elevator together. Ms. Knowles, spotted us and furrowed her eyebrows. She waved me over.
Chris noticed and looked down at me. " Go ahead, ill meet you outside."
I nodded my head. He was serious about going to the gym with me. I guess it would give us time to talk about his wardrobe and the type of clothes he liked. But, I also wondered how his current girlfriend Karrueche would feel about us hanging together. I shook that thought as I made my way over to Ms.Knowles.
" Yes, Ms. Knowles? " I questioned once I was finally in front of her.
She smiled. " You and Chris are getting along. That's good. Stay on his good side. "
I nodded. What was her point.
" But, you need to lie about your age, okay? "
I scrunched my face up. Was she high? I hate when people lie to me so why would I lie to someone else?
" Ms. Knowles I don't think that's a good thing to do. Why - "
" He will drop you like that" she snapped her finger. " if he finds out your age. Your young India, they won't have faith in you. Chris is rich. You know how much money we'll both make with him on our team?"
I rolled my eyes. I hate when she uses my first name. " Ok, Beyoncé. " I said, using hers. " I'm 23. "
She grinned before shaking my hand. " See you tomorrow, Ms. Westbrooks. "
I mumbled a goodbye and watched her walk away. I walked outside, unlocking my car door. I spotted Chris not to far away, taking pictures with a few fans. I smiled as I lightly leaned on my G- wagon. He looked genuinely happy. He spotted me and the smiled stayed on both of our faces. He jogged over to me, leaning his arm on the hood of my car, hovering over me.
" You ready baby girl?"
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