She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder again, causing it to fly out around her face. She felt the stares and dirty looks the other women were giving her and another time it might have bothered her, but tonight she was on a mission.
So despite the fact that she had a few years on most of the girls out here by the tour bus, with the exception of the little gaggle of cougars—please, who were they trying to fool?—she was focussed. Tonight, she had one goal in mind--and one goal only. She was going to rock JC Chasez’s world in at least one hundred ways. He talked a big talk, and now she planned on finding out if he could live up to the sexy image he projected. After all, the audience had been full of wet panties tonight. That boy could move his body and if he moved half as well undressed as he did while fully clothed on stage tonight…
Night after night of his solo tour, JC was surprised to find so many supporters. He couldn’t believe that he had fans who were willing to hang around waiting, hoping for a minute, or even just a few seconds of his time. Sure, he knew he had fans when he was with *NSYNC, but he could be honest and admit that most of the girls used to wait around for Justin, not him. He wasn’t the charismatic one that everyone wanted to spend time with, and that was OK with him. He wasn’t as highly scrutinized and could get away with a little more than Mr. Timberlake. And hellooooo! What do we have here? He made a discreet nod to his handler toward the lady with the long blonde locks whom he’d felt giving him the eye all night. He didn’t normally go for blondes, but tonight he was willing to make an exception.
He reached out to take the piece of paper and pen from her hand. He made a point of checking her out, and took advantage of the opportunity to look down into her cleavage, to the audible disgust of several women in the group. “What’s your name, Honey?” She licked her lips and he thought it was sweet that a woman who came across as so sexy and in control was actually nervous. He made it a point to squeeze her hand almost sensually as he returned the paper and pen to her. He gave her a little wink and he was gone.
She was a little star-struck, possibly even mesmerized by those blue eyes of his and the warmth of his hand on hers. It took a couple seconds for her to even realize what had gone on. She wasn’t even sure what name she had given him—she hoped it was appropriately sexy at least. So much for rocking his world. She felt all the scornful looks she was getting from women who weren’t lucky enough to catch JC’s eyes this time. She gave them a smug look as she flipped her hair again and tucked the folded paper into her bra. Let them stew on that for a bit. She turned on her stiletto heel and made an appropriately slinky exit.
It wasn’t until she had gotten back to her car a couple blocks from the club that she pulled out the piece of paper. She looked down and saw only four things written on the paper. The name Jasmine (is that what she told him her name was? What was she thinking?), the name of the swankiest hotel in town, a room number and the time. A quick glance at the clock in the dashboard showed that she had just about enough time to get across town to the hotel—if she dared to.
