Gravity

Chapter 2

"You better be bloody shitting me Larry!"
"I'm sorry David. I wish that I were but I promise you she is the best, well second to me of course....but she will not let you down."
"Oh save it. You really need to get ahold of that assistant of yours, better yet why not send her....what's her name....?"
"Joslyn."
"Joslyn, yes. Why not send her to wherever you are going and you stay here for the shoot?"
"I wish it were that easy David but I honestly can not pass this up."
"Fine but if she fucks up this shoot in any way I'm going to have your ass!"
"Oh I wouldn't doubt that. Now I have to run but you can expect her to arrive at the shoot. Oh! And David....."
"What?"
"Be nice to her."
"Of course!"
No sooner than Larry shut the door, I headed to the bar to pour myself a drink.  This was not the news I expected to hear when Larry said he needed to drop by. Tossing back the dark amber liquid it quickly warmed my insides encouraging me to pour another. After the third glass I sat the glass down on the bar and ran my hands through my hair out of frustration and sighed heavily. I hated not being in control. I knew at this point easing the growing anxiety would be impossible, so I managed the best that I knew how. I quickly grabbed a cigarette and a beer and headed to the bathroom to run a hot bath to soak my thoughts away and if that didn't work....there was always more beer.
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The White Horse Tavern was already bursting at the seams when I arrived shortly after 8:00. Even though it was a beautiful night out to enjoy one of the many tables that lined the sidewalk, I knew I would only find Amy inside at the far side end of the bar waiting for me.
I pushed my way through the people to take my place on the red leather topped barstool next to Amy.
"Hey! You made it!" She shouted above the noise of the crowd. "How was your day?"
"Pretty interesting to say in the least. You will NOT believe who called me today. "
"Oh yeah? Who?"
"Larry King."
I thought for a moment that she might actually spit out the swig of beer she just took. Quickly recovering herself she exclaimed "THE Larry King?? As in Larry King the hair God?!?"
"Yup. That's the one."
"Well what did he want? To hook up?"
"Jesus Amy! Not every guy is all about ass!"
"Hey! They either want good ass or good beer. No in between!"
"Yeah. Ok. Well apparently he needs me to fill in for him for some photo shoot. His assistant double booked him for two projects."
"Aaahhhh! That's amazing!" She screamed. "When is it? Better yet who is it?"
"Woah! Slow down. I'm not sure yet. He was going to send me an email today giving me the details but has yet to do so. Maybe I should call and check on it?"
"Nah. Have a beer first. This is so exciting and we need to celebrate!"
"Yeah I could use a beer right now. I'm pretty nervous about it."
"All the more reasons to drink!"
I picked up my beer the bartender brought over and took a big swig just as my phone alert sounded. Setting down my beer I fished through my pure to dig out my phone and quickly scanned my email.
"Holy fuck!" I breathed.
"What? What is it?"
"Larry's email...."
"Ok and?...." Amy raised her brow.
"It's David.. David Gandy...."
"You mean the hottest male model David Gandy?!?!? Are you fucking kidding me??"
I couldn't even answer. I just nodded in response.
"Holy shit Joss! That's amazing! He is one hot specimen. Can you just imagine how he smells??? OH better yet your hands in HIS hair?!?"
"Yeah...." I trailed off.
"What's wrong? This is an amazing opportunity for you!"
"Nothing. It's just I have to be in London by Saturday. The shoot is on Monday."
"Wow. Ok. Well let's go home and get you packed. We can grab some take out on the way and make a night out of it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Let's have one more beer then we can go."
"Perfect. I can use one after all that!"
That night laying back in bed I had a hard time shutting my mind off. After Amy and I packed I did a little researching on David and he seemed like a pretty laid back guy, well put together (obviously) but had a reputation that he could be a perfectionist.  I had to admit that bit of information really had me twisted in knots. Not only was I going to be working with the hottest man on the planet....there was a chance that he could hate me.  Rolling over I sighed in defeat put my earbuds in hoping that the soulful sound of the Civil Wars could ease my mind enough that I could get some sleep. Thankfully the next couple days were going to keep me busy enough to keep my mind from wondering to the beautiful David Gandy.