3.jane

 Jane .... At twenty-three. (three years earlier)

Disturbed by the sound of my phone ringing nun stop, not bothering to check who the caller is. Hello I answer half asleep.

Hi, sorry I know you are still sleeping. Louise voice came out more of a whisper.

And you still called either way.

I love you; she said before proceeding, listen I know it's my day to work at the studio today but mom just called saying dads in the hospital and she needs me there, can you?

No. no... I complained before she finished, tell Andrew to cover for you. I said covering my head with a blanket.

His coming with me, I need a driver, she said and molly won't be back till next week.

Ah, I groaned in annoyance, I haven't slept for the past seventy-two hours.

I know and I am sorry it's just Martine doesn't want to be alone.

Fine but you owe me, say hi to mom for me.

Thank you so much, I will make her cook you her famous pie. Now get up you have five minutes to get to the studio.

Ah, and here I thought we were going somewhere

Now Mary jane, she creamed my name before hanging up. I still hate the name thanks mom and dad.

I somehow made it down the studio on time, I didn't even bother to fix my hair and I was still in my pajamas which wasn't bad since the studio was 'JUST PAJAMAS' be as raw as you can be.

 Did you just wake up? Martine asked of course in his pajama but looking way better than usual

You know we don't call it just pajamas for nothing, I answered taking a sip from his coffee. But why do you look nice?

 What do you mean why do I look nice; I always look nice stop trying to embarrass me.

You showered, in the morning which is unusual.

We have a guest today.

 Thought so. Wait! We have a guest? I practically screamed. but it's a Thursday and I look like trash. I pulled my phone to look at my face, and for sure there was a homeless ghost.

 Well yes, its Thursday, he has his schedule full so we pushed it to today, didn't Louise fill you in?

 Who is the guest? I need to fix my face. Is it lee Minho? Yes, I tend to speak a lot when I panic but its nothing new to martin. When does he get here?

 No, its not Lee Minho, get over him, yes, your face needs fixing, passing me one wipe which I gladly accepted and used immediately, and our guest is already here his changing into his pajamas.

 Who?

Ethan

Ethan who? I asked again feeling impatient 

Ethan Miller, a voice answered before martin could. The energy he was emitting carried both dominance and danger, he had the most beautiful hazel eyes, with dimples so deep he doesn't need to smile to show, I slowly eyed his chest, his muscles moved as he breathed and the pajamas did him justice, pajamas are my favorite outfit of him, I slowly released a shaky breath which I didn't know I was holding because this man's voice just knocked the life out of me.

Ethan Miller from the Miller arts he said his name again extending his hand and you are?

Jane, Just Jane, i manage to say shaking his hand and we both felt the sparks and if this was a werewolf shit this is the part where both our wolves scream 'MATE' but we are in real life and I should stop reading werewolves books what am I even thinking about.

 Martin smacked his pam on his face embarrassingly before distracting Ethan who was laughing because I just said all that werewolf stuff out loud, excuse her she isn't always like this he said, but let me reintroduce you this is Ethan Miller, Ethan this is Jane, Mary Jane he said my full names out loud.

We don't do that. I frowned but returned the smile to Ethan who was smiling. Him smiling is my new favorite thing.

 Its nice to meet you Mary Jane, it's a lovely name he said.

 Stop teasing.

I am not teasing it is a lovely name, Mary Jane he said again and somehow, I don't hate it anymore.

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 I barely talked during the show to avoid embarrassing myself any further so I left all the talking to martin while I was enchanted by Ethan's voice secretly stealing glances at him.

 Sorry can I stare at you for a while because I am finding it hard not to look at you without looking like a creep, I regretted saying that but I couldn't take it back. Martin nudged me in my stomach while glaring at me.

 Well, asking for permission doesn't make it any less creep, he said.

 No. It's alright, Ethan said with a smile plastered on his face. Why not seat closer so you can have a better look.

Don't encourage her, Martin tried to stop me but it was too late I was already gone, I kept looking at him or digging holes on his face but he stayed calm making me want to want more.

Mr. Miller do you have a girlfriend or wife perhaps? Martin asked

No, I don't. he answered with a straight face.

Do you plan on having one? I asked giving in to my curiosity.

Not sure, I haven't thought about dating. He answered while starring straight into my soul making me thirsty.

I have another question, it's a little personal. I say can I write it on your hand.

He turned his face to stare at the papers on the table then turned back to me before giving me his hand

 I swiftly wrote on his hand, noting how he slightly clenches his arm when our skin touch. He reads what's written on his palm giving me a little chuckle before grabbing the pen to write on his palm then passing it back to me to reply. Martin shook his head in disbelief but said nothing. By the end of the interview both our palms were filled with ink, I felt bad when we ran out space to write on but he somehow managed to squeeze his number between my fingers

It was a pleasure having you here Mr. Miller, Martin said wanting to shake his hand but retracted after he saw the mess.

The pleasure is all mine, Ethan smiled. Mary Jane, I should be hearing from you, tonight?

Um tonight? Yea yes tonight I answered smiling back at him as we watched him go, he didn't even change out of his pajamas but he can keep them I thought.

What the hell where you thinking? Martine asked me after Ethan was out of site. Don't you know how dangerous that man is? And what plans do you have tonight with him?

You brought a dangerous man in the studio? I fake gasped at the revelation as if I couldn't feel the danger signs when I saw him

I am being serious right now and you are joking that man can kill you without leaving a trace of your existence, he entered into protective big brother mode.

Now you are exaggerating, I say. Yes, he may have a dangerous aura but he seriously can't be a murderer.

 Jane, I don't want you near him is that clear?

Yes sir.

You are going to ignore what I just said?

Oh yes definitely, you know better than anyone its useless to advice someone in love.

I don't even know why I try; he said hopelessly come on let's go have breakfast, he dragged me back upstairs. So, you are going out tonight?

No, he left me his personal number.

To call him? Martin asked

Yes, to call him tonight, that's what he meant.

 Do not call him.

 Why?

You are going to seem desperate and men don't like desperate ladies, play hard to get.

But I am desperate, I don't want to play hard to get, I want Ethan miller,

Where is your self-respect?

Out the window, I say. Now if you would excuse me, I have a bed awaiting my return. Thanks for breakfast. I added and went back to sleep.

 I couldn't sleep. My mind was wide awake between Ethan and what Martin said about being desperate. Half of me wanted to text him but I needed to keep my remaining self-respect. I stared at his messy handwriting on my palm reminding me of his warmth. I should stop listening to Martine.