Ella stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, a look of slight annoyance coming to her face when she saw the man laying on the bed, nose in a book. “Really? You’re supposed to be getting dressed.” she reminded, although she was certain he was well aware, and that was the exact reason he wasn’t doing what he was supposed to be. Her mother, his publicist, had set up a party for the release and subsequent success of his latest book; black tie; Jamie’s absolute least favorite. She moved into his closet and grabbed the outfit she’d previously set out so that he had as little work to do as possible. Carrying it out she held it up beside her. “C’mon, if you don’t get dressed you’re never going to see me undressed, again.” she threatened playfully, unable to help the smirk that came to her lips. @a-museing-rps















