This is unlike my normal stories in that it's angst free so far. I'm having fun! Feedback?!?!? Pretty please with sugar on top?!?!?!
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It wasn't until they were in a limo and speeding towards the band's hotel that Jarod and Miss Parker had a chance to talk. Alone in the luxury of the backseat, Miss Parker rounded on Jarod angrily.
"Just what the hell is going on anyway?" she hissed angrily, and Jarod smiled slightly.
"I'm in the middle of a Pretend, and you just got yourself involved." He murmured quietly, and Parker frowned.
"So I get 'uninvolved', you stop whatever it is you're doing and I take you back to the Centre!" she hissed, but Jarod only shook his head.
"No can do. If I leave now then the managers get suspicious and the rest of the band disappears, and I won't allow that to happen. And once you're involved then you don't get 'uninvolved'. These are very powerful people I'm dealing with, and I could tell they liked what you did tonight. I don't think they'll be letting you go anytime soon." He replied evenly, and she sat a few moments fuming in silence before he continued.
"What were you doing at the club anyway?" he asked, and she smiled ruefully.
"A friend recommended the band to me, she said the lead was 'a babe to die for'. Little did I know it was super freak himself!" she growled, and Jarod chuckled as the limo pulled up to the hotel.
Jarod stepped out into the moonlight, breathing in the fresh air with happiness as he turned to offer a hand to help Miss Parker out, which she ungraciously accepted. Together they walked towards the hotel entrance, Jarod once again wrapping an arm around Miss Parker to keep up appearances.
"Evening Mr Morrison!" called the cheerful doorman, and Jarod nodded to him as Miss Parker snickered by his side.
"I take it you discovered the Doors!" she whispered to him, and Jarod nodded.
"They're very good! Any messages for me Lucy?" he asked the young girl at the desk, and she smiled adoringly, obviously having a bad case of hero worship.
"Uh, no, Mr Morrison, I mean Jarod!" she corrected hastily, probably because of past chastisement by Jarod, thought Miss Parker as they turned to leave, but Lucy hadn't finished. "But Jarod, Mr Vanton and associates said to tell you they're waiting in your suite." She called after them, and Jarod nodded grimly.
"Show time." He murmured, and headed for the elevator.
"You stay." The man Miss Parker knew as Mr Vanton said with finality, and she tried her hardest to keep the bimbo act that Jarod had instructed her to use.
"Um, but, like, I have to get back to work! My boss will go totally postal if I don't show up on Monday!" she said in a breathy voice while Jarod tried not to smirk. Mr Vanton threw a thick wad of bills on the table, uttering a command to stay with the band once again, and Miss Parker widened her eyes appropriately as she picked up the roll of cash.
"The audience loves you, my dear, so you stay. I want to see you dance at EVERY performance, okay?" he said slickly, and he and his associates left the room. Miss Parker let out a snort of disgust once they had left, and Jarod burst out laughing.
"That was NOT funny!" she growled angrily, throwing a pillow at Jarod as he wiped tears from his eyes.
They were interrupted moments later when the rest of the band members piled into the suite, cheering loudly and excitedly.
"Did you see the crowd! They went wild!" cried a guy called Jimmy to Jarod and he nodded happily.
"Time for a celebration!" cried Mack, and lifted the phone.
"Jarod, who are all these people anyway?" asked Miss Parker an hour later, shouting to be heard over the pulsing music. Jarod led her to a quiet corner in the room, getting her to repeat the question.
"Mostly people who have stuff to do with the band, people from record companies, sponsors and diehard fans. C'mon, lets get a drink!" he yelled, and Miss Parker followed Jarod as he wove his way through the crowd to the drinks table. Miss Parker immediately ordered a vodka, and Jarod sighed in resignation when he realised there wasn't anything without alcohol. Carefully he sipped at a Bailey's and milk, giving a cry of delight when he realised it tasted like chocolate milk. Happily he threw it back, thumping his glass on the table and ordering another.
A few hours later Miss Parker and Jarod were performing an almost indecent dance together on the table, accompanied by the cheers of the band and the rest of the party-goers. Jimmy had made the mistake of putting on the video 'Dirty Dancing', and the very drunk pair were convinced they could do it as well. And what the couple lacked in skill, they made up for with enthusiasm.
Jarod was on his knees before Miss Parker, holding her hips as she leaned back, almost doubling over, and Jarod edged up her body slowly, pressing his face to her skin. Carefully he jumped into a crouch, rising slowly so he had his face between her breasts, then straightening up and pulling her with him. They continued to dance in this manner, much to the delight of the surrounding audience, who cheered them on with catcalls and hoots.
Miss Parker was vaguely aware of the thought that she probably shouldn't be doing what she was doing, but was having too much fun to care. She hadn't done something like dance on a table whilst overwhelmingly drunk since her college days, and didn't care that it was with Jarod. In fact she was kind of glad it was with Jarod, as his delight at all new experiences, such as dirty dancing, only heightened her own enjoyment.