by Bell, Olivia
Heading down the stairs quickly, she had decided that she wasn't going to wear heels because her feet were still sore from the night before, she wore white sneakers with white socks underneath and hoped that her feet wouldn't sweat a lot during the interview. She was not sure if she had to take her shoes off for the dress fitting.
“I went in early this morning to make sure to pick out the dresses. I think that you're going to like them,” he stated the second she got into the car.
“Do you ever sleep?” she asked him, taking the hot coffee that he handed to her.
“A few hours a night, that's about it,” Devon told her honestly but he was used to it. He couldn't be a successful billionaire if he slept his life away. He knew that the more hours he put into his magazine business, the more money he made and he was happy with the money that was rolling in from the magazine selling like hot cakes.
Jasmine was thankful for the coffee, she took a sip and knew that he had gotten it right. Even if he hadn't, she would have drunk it only because he had bought it. She had been taught to be thankful that she had gotten anything at all, not to complain because it wasn't polite.
“Is it just the way you want it?” Devon asked when she took her first sip of coffee. Seeing a smile on her face, she nodded her head.
“How did it go last night?” Devon was talking about the fighting that they had heard the night before.
“I don't know, I cleaned the apartment, put my earplugs in, and didn't hear anything. I hardly got any sleep myself.” Jasmine was honest with him.
Devon didn't know what else to talk about with her, he would explain how things were going to go when they got there and he had slipped in the red dress that he liked, hoping she would at least try it on for him. He knew that since she was in advertising for women that she shouldn't show too much and it was the perfect dress for her, but if she didn't want to wear it he wasn't going to make her.
They arrived exactly at five in the morning to the studio and Devon smiled seeing that Ken's car was there. When he had showed up earlier that morning he was glad that Ken trusted him with a key to the studio so that he could set a few things up himself.
Devon was wondering what he was going to have her model, knowing that she didn't like revealing clothing. He would have to think up another magazine which wasn't bad for him, it would mean more money in the bank.
They both got out of the car and Devon locked the car doors, he wanted to take her hand but knew that he shouldn't push himself too much onto her. She was tense, he could tell that, and he hoped that she would loosen up just a little during the interview and the dress showing that they wanted her to do, hoping that they would find the right dress that everyone could agree on.
Devon held the door open for her and she gave him a smile, a nervous smile. He could already read what was on her face. She had the jitters, worrying if she was going to be good enough or not.
Ken was sitting in the studio chair with a smile on his face. He sat there with his laptop on his lap looking at how the ratings were going up more and more by the minute.
“We are doing something right. Five hundred people that had watched it really enjoyed it. The rating keeps going up and up by the minute. I'm really impressed with you.” Ken shut the computer down, closed the laptop and put it on the table in front of him before he got up from his chair.
“I'm Ken and you must be Jasmine. I've only heard good things about you.” He grinned, introducing himself and reaching out his hand.
“It's nice to meet you too, a little nervous but I'm sure that it's not going to happen when it's show time. Devon already told me he would practice with me.” Jasmine liked being honest and she could see that he liked her being honest.
“It's normal to be nervous, now what I want you to do is go through that door behind us and try on some dresses. You will come out with each one to see if we all can agree on something,” Ken stated, instructing her on what she was do.
“Great, I want to thank you for this opportunity to work for you.” Jasmine wanted him to know that she appreciated them, well Devon, for asking her and figuring it out with his friend first.
“That's not a problem, Devon didn't lie, you are a beautiful woman.” Ken complimented her and saw her blush.
“Well thank you,” Jasmine told him softly as she walked to the door that Ken had pointed at and opened it up.
When she closed the door behind her, Ken gave him a thumbs up on doing a good job for being the model for their advertising.
“She looks good enough to try out for the dating show. You should have her fill out a form before she leaves today. Make it look like she's one of the last ones to be picked,” Ken suggested, Devon smiled when he thought about it. He had the same idea that Ken had.
“It's not hard giving her the form, the hardest part is getting her to do it. I think it's going to take a little more than small talk when it comes to this one.” Devon warned him.
“Well, we got to have her so somehow you have to get on her and convince her that she's really helping the show out. You got to spend time with her on your own and it's up to you on whether or not you would pick her, and the way you look at her, it's not hard to tell that you would pick her to go on a date with you. Just don't make it too obvious after the advertising; I don't want anyone thinking that it's staged.” Ken pointed a finger at him and watched Devon's head nod slightly.
It was no lie that Devon wanted her on the team, that he wanted to date her and get to know her more personally but he had a feeling that she was hiding something or that maybe she had a rough life up until then.
“I will try my best but there are no promises, Ken. I can't promise you anything.” Devon shook his head. He didn't want to give Ken false hope and let him down. He had to know that it wasn't going to be an easy task.
“Do everything that you can--” Ken cut himself off when they heard the doorknob to the room wiggle, then Jasmine stepped in.
They both looked at her with wide eyes, seeing that she had tried on the green dress. They looked her up and down. It was a little too short for her liking and she kept trying to pull it down, uncomfortable with the way that the dress fit.
Looking down at her cleavage, she thought that her tits were going to pop out at any moment but both men liked the curves of her body and nodded their heads.
“I don't think this is going to be the one for you. You want me comfortable in the advertisement, right?” Jasmine pointed out to them, hoping that they didn't think she was picky but the dress was just too tight for her. She had to suck in her breath and breathe out slowly.
“It looks really good on you but if you don't think that it fits your body well then that's fine, we have plenty more dresses for you try on. We can stay here all day if you want to,” Ken stated, giving her a smile as she turned around and went back into the room. She was thankful that they didn't tell her what to wear.
“She doesn't have all day to stay here.” Devon forgot until that moment that she had college classes. They only had a few more hours for her to try on dresses.
“How come?” Ken looked disappointed; he hoped that she would pick out a dress soon then for them to agree on.
“She has college classes. She's studying to be something spectacular and I don't want to mess that up either,” Devon explained to him.
Ken nodded his head, he could respect that and he wasn't going to push her to stay there any longer than what had to be.
“That's good, I'm glad that she has her education and that she is motivated for herself and that she wasn't going to give that up because of something that had come her way.” Ken nodded his head, feeling a smile coming across his face. He could tell that Jasmine looked out for herself, that she had a good head on his shoulders.
Jasmine came out wearing a few more dresses during that hour and she didn't like any of them that Devon had picked out for her. There was just one more dress to try on and Devon knew that it was the red one, probably the one that she had bee
n saving for last.
“How many more dresses do you have?” Ken asked her, knowing that they had gone through ten dresses already.
“The red one, that's the last one. I am praying it's the dress that I'm going to feel comfortable in.” Jasmine gave him a grim smile.
She didn't want either one of them thinking that she wasn't grateful for the opportunity that they were giving her. She was, she just hadn't found the right dress to work with. She knew that she couldn't reach down or up to tug on her dress while she was on national television and she thought that all the dresses were just a little shorter than what she had thought they would be. She wasn't comfortable with the short dresses showing off both her legs, knowing that men would be at home looking at her like she was eye candy.
“Great, that's the dress that I like the most. We have two more hours before you have to get to classes.” Devon pointed at the clock letting her know that they were already spending too much time playing dress up without being rude about it.
Chapter 4
Jasmine grinned at him and quickly turned to walk back into the room, both men were looking at her ass and how tight and round it was before she closed the door behind her, not looking over her shoulder. She had a feeling that they were watching her and it put a bigger smile on her face that they thought she was so attractive.
Jasmine looked around the room and saw how she had tossed the dresses, she began picking up the hangers she had gotten them off of and put them neatly back on the couch the way that Devon had them set up for her.
She looked at the red dress that had sparkles on it and she thought that they shined like gems. She was hoping that the dress was going to fit her, it had flare and showed off in style. She knew that there would be plenty of women signing up for the dating show and it would bring in more reviews just with the way that it would fit her.
“This had better be the one, the guys are getting really impatient with me,” Jasmine muttered to herself, looking at herself in the mirror and seeing that she did have an amazing body but prayed that this was the dress she had been looking for.
She slipped out of the purple dress that she had been wearing, seeing that Devon really didn't know too much about style, she couldn't help but laugh.
“We are going to shine like diamonds.” Jasmine grinned at herself as she slowly put the red dress on.
The straps were thick just like she had hoped that they would be. All the other dresses had thin straps that felt like they were going to break at any moment. She loved that the dress almost went down to her feet and when she turned she didn't like the slit up the side of her right leg but it didn't go anywhere near her hip like she thought it would. It was supposed to, but she didn't think that Devon realized just how long it was.
“Here we go, let’s hope the guys like it just as much as I do.” Jasmine took a deep breath, turned away from the mirror and put a big smile on her face before she walked to the door and felt the coolness of the doorknob in the palm of her hand.
Both men were watching television with their backs to her until she closed the door and they slowly turned around to give her attention.
They both had smiles on their faces and nodded their heads in approval; they just had to wait on her answer to the dress.
“Well what do you think about it yourself?” Devon asked her, letting her know that there was no wrong or right answer by the way he was looking at her.
“I think it fits just right, I was worried about the slit up the side but it's not long enough to reach my hip so that works for me. It's not tight up top and I think that it has a lot of flare,” Jasmine stated, letting them know just how well it fit her.
“Great, then we found a dress that you love and we love the way it looks on you. You’ll be decent and beautiful all at the same time when it's time to record the advertisement that we want you to do. I'm glad that we could come up with an agreement over a dress. It took a while but the three of us did it, that means success in my book.” Ken explained to her, letting her know that she did a great job picking out the dress that she really wanted instead of just throwing one on and saying it was good enough.
“Thank you, I don't want to be the type of girl that looks like a slut or a nun, and this is a really nice dress. I love the sparkles on it as well and that's what made me notice it to begin with before I even picked it up to try it on.” She nodded her head, seeing that Devon had really picked out a great dress for her when he didn't even know her.
Devon was pleased that she was happy with the dress that he had picked out. It was his favorite one and he had been waiting patiently for her to try it on, he figured what she had done was save the best for last.
“Now that we picked out the right dress for you that we all like, it's time for you and Devon to go over your lines,” Ken stated, knowing he wasn't going to be around for that. He trusted Devon to know how Jasmine was doing and he knew that Jasmine was nervous enough without needing them both there to make her more nervous.
Ken handed them both a copy of what she was supposed to say on the advertisement and the best thing was that it was going to be recorded before it was going to be put on the air. She wasn't going to have to worry about a live showing for her.
“We are going to work for another hour and a half and then we will leave here and go about our day,” Devon told her as Ken slowly left the studio with a smile on his face. He had a good feeling that Jasmine was going to be a good thing for the show and the team.
After he left, it was quiet for a few minutes. They were standing a few feet apart from each other as they went over her lines.
“Do you think that you're ready for this right now? I know that we are just looking over them now, for me as well. It's my first time.” Devon looked up from the paper to see if she was ready.
“I think so.” She blushed, nodding her head but not looking up from the paper. It wasn't hard to do but she knew that she would get used to it more and more with her lines. She was glad that Devon was helping her out and being so nice.
“Great, because the sooner we can get through this with no mistakes, the sooner we can record it and put it on the television for a commercial. We have nine more episodes before the show ends. There's not going to be a next season. The one that I pick is the one that I personally am going to be happy with.” Devon pointed a finger at himself.
“Are you ready?” Jasmine looked up from her paper and laughed at him, she noticed that he was a talker whether he was nervous or not.
“Yes, I am ready.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Even though he wasn't the one who was saying the lines, he was nervous for her and how she was going to do for the first time.
Jasmine looked over her words one more time before she put the paper down on the table, the words pressing against the table so that only the white of the paper was showing.
“There are now more openings for 'The Dating Life Style Of A Billionaire;' we are looking for good quality women who are excited for the chance to go on a date with the handsome Mr. Sager, himself. Who wouldn't want to have a chance at that? So come on down to our studio today to fill out the form, we wish you ladies the best of luck,” Jasmine said quickly, feeling her face growing hot when she stated that he was handsome. She knew it was just a line that she had to say out loud but the truth was he was handsome and she thought that he was more than handsome herself.
“That was good, that was really good but we have to put more spunk in your voice Jasmine, I'm glad that you didn't stutter through the words. I'm really impressed with that.” Devon gave her a big grin, he was more than impressed with her that she had done a great job the first time going through the lines, better than he had ever seen someone do.
“Yeah I felt as if I was reading off the paper. I see what you mean, could I suggest one thing though?” Jasmine raised her eyebrows, not sure if she crossed the line or not.
“Of course you can, all suggestions are welcome.” He nodded his head at her, giving her an enco
uraging smile.
“I think that the address should be at the bottom of the screen scrolling over and over again during the commercial.” Jasmine thought of how it would look in red or white letters knowing that it would catch any woman's eye.
“That would be good but I think that it would take away from the commercial if the women were only looking at the bottom of the screen. I don't think that we would get a lot of business that way. What we are actually going to do is put the studio's name and address on a billboard big enough for you to hold over your head. We are going to be shooting the commercial outside of the studio as well. We have a week to get this done and there are a lot of sunny days coming our way,” Devon explained to her, knowing that they were on a deadline.
“Oh nice, I never thought of that.” Jasmine giggled, she thought that their idea was a lot better than hers now that she thought about it.
“We will go through the lines a few more times and then if you would like me to, I can drop you off at the college,” Devon stated, praying that she would say yes; he really wanted to spend as much as he could with her before the dating game, hoping that she would sign up for it.
He was happy that they had only one episode so far and that he hadn't picked the ten that were given to him because he knew that if he already had the ten she wouldn't be able to sign up.
Jasmine nodded her head and remembered her lines word for word. She had done better and better at being spunky with her voice but Devon wanted more. He knew that she was trying the best that she could but he had to think about how many women were going to watch the commercial. He knew that they were going to have more than a hundred looking for something to advertise the show. They were probably looking at the television wondering when it was going to pop up.
Devon decided that it was enough practice for one day when he caught her yawning. She hadn't lied when she had said that she didn't get much sleep the night before. He felt sorry for her now, knowing everything that she had to deal with in the apartment, and he didn't even know the half of it yet.
