The Playboy's Assistant..

                                                      The Playboy's Assistant.

Music pounded through my body as I swayed my hips, grinning at the two guys that were looking at me. I twisted my body so I faced away from them and met Drew's gaze, his own smirk on his lips as he watched me. His mouth moved around words I couldn't hear so I shook my head and beckoned him closer. 

"You know what to do," he told me, his mouth against my ear. 

Pursing my lips, I looked up at him. "What do I get in return?"

"Bacon for your hangover?" he asked, grinning. 

"Deal." I shook his hand and walked towards the bar. I felt Drew's presence behind me so I looked up at him. "Blonde or brunette tonight?"

"Surprise me," he said, winking. He walked towards the other end of the bar and ordered himself a drink while I shook my head and carried on walking towards my original destination. 

A girl stood by herself at the bar, her expression showing she was clearly bored. I smirked to myself and tapped her shoulder. "You okay?" I asked her, faking concern. 

Her eyes blinked a few times at me before she nodded her head slowly. "I'm fine, thank you. Did you need something?"

"Okay, I admit I came over here for a reason," I told her, smiling. "You see that guy over there?" I pointed to Drew. "He really likes you," I said bluntly. "He's really shy and doesn't know how to approach you; his nervousness has got the better of him."

"He likes me?" she asked, her eyes widening as she looked over Drew, who was shifting in his seat, a fake uncomfortable look on his face. "He's probably the hottest guy here!"

"I have to agree with you." I nodded and faked a frown. "It's a shame I can't go out with him. But he only has eyes for you, apparently."

"Really?" She looked at me then Drew, nibbling her bottom lip. "He really likes me? He could surely get any girl in here."

"And he chose you," I said, grinning. "Go talk to him!"

Drew lifted his gaze at that moment and looked at the girl, giving her a shy smile before looking down again. I smirked and shook my head when the girl wasn't looking - he always knew how I did this and managed to play the character perfectly. 

"I want to," she said slowly. "But what should I say?"

"Introduce yourself and talk to him," I told her, nudging her. "Go on, you know you want to."

When a small smile spread across her lips and she picked up her bag, I knew I had her. "Okay, I'll go talk to him."

Bingo.

"That's great! Be nice to him, he's a shy guy."

*

"I owe you," Drew said, dropping down next to me on the bench and grinning at me. "She gave in so easily."

Staring at my best friend, I realised I shouldn't have been shocked it only took him less than an hour to get her into the club bathroom and be out here talking to me. I shook my head and laughed. "Why am I still surprised every time?"

"Because you want to have faith in me," he said, rolling his eyes. "Which you shouldn't, you know I'm not here for relationships, Cammie."

"You've told me," I muttered. "Repeatedly. Over breakfast when girls won't leave, or after your latest conquer when they refused to let you leave their bed." I looked at him. "Drew, what are you going to do when you find out the next girl you sleep with is the one?"