Warning - Jake's story is not a nice soft loving story, but please give him time. Remember that he is soft on the eye and always willing to try to please everyone.

AN: SM owns these characters, I put them through this hell! I am aware from the PM's and Reviews that you maybe annoyed with me for telling Jake's story next, but his needs to be told to tell you more about the other characters, trust me, grab your coffee and settle down to read his introduction. More to follow soon. Please feel free to review and tell me how annoyed you are with me - I understand!

"Jake chin up, head to the left slightly more, clasp your right hand, bit more angry looking" and so the string of never ending instructions from the photo shoot director echoed through Jacob's head.

After the four hour shoot, he was getting grumpier by the minute. He liked work but only in small doses. He never usually accepted shoots on Friday's, preferring to spend the day preparing himself for whatever the weekend plans were. His managing agent, Zafrina had begged him to do it, he guested she currently had a thing for the director, she would move on quickly she always did. But Zafrina could persuade Jake to do things just because she had rescued him out of far to many scraps. Photos heading to the press that she had managed to get withdrawn, a police interview that didn't end up with an arrest. Zafrina always seemed to know someone.

"Lift your heel more" "grip the shift" " turn your head to me" and so the string of requests continued. Jake had a numb arse, he had been sitting straddle this seat for nearly four hours.

He started to wish again that he hadn't agreed. Friday afternoon, he should be in Twinks having his regular treatments. Ben should be half way through his full body massage by now. Instead today he had forgone his massage as they wouldn't have time. Ben was on standby waiting for Jake so they could continue with his wax, then his hair stylist. He wouldn't feel ready for the weekend without those.

He was roused from his thoughts by the words "Ok Jake I think that's it, thank you" and the flood lighting was turned off.

The sudden change temporarily blinded him. Swinging his leg over the bike, he stepped down off of the staging which was set with the large Harley Davidson, desert sand floor and desert backdrop.

He swiftly headed to the changing area and stripped-down to his own underwear. Grabbed up his faded denims, shoved his legs in them impatiently balancing on one leg then the other, pulling his black t shirt over his head whilst pushing his feet into his boots. Not nothing to tie them he twisted the laces and poked them inside. Grabbing his leather jacket that contained his keys, phone & wallet he headed for the door.

"In a hurry today Jake?" called Zafrina from her place draped across the sofa. With the director Amun sitting next to her, she looked like she might get what she desired, Jake thought as he called "yeah places to go! See you later"

Outside, as he manoeuvred his sleek red baby out of the studio parking lot, he dropped Ben a text "Be there in 20" Maybe they had time for a half hour massage, Jake used the relaxation to focus his mind. He had already missed his morning training session in the gym, and his run to be at the shoot on time.

Later that evening as he pulled away from twinks he felt much calmer, preened and prepped for his weekend, he checked the dash clock. 19:30 time for a bite to eat before heading there. Where to eat, his mother and father were out of town on some location film set so he couldn't beg mum to cook him some lemon chicken. His cousin, Sam was holed up at his latest girls' apartment.

He pulled into his favourite restaurant, dinner for one! he mused, novel idea! Parking he strolled in and seeing Harry, smiled "just me tonight Harry" Harry raised his brow but didn't comment. Seated him quickly and took his order. Jake played with the moisture on his cold beer glass the young waitress and delivered to him, blushing red as she smiled down at him.

He wondered not for the first time, why he couldn't settle with a nice girl like her, why was he incapable of making it past the dating stage before either he got bored or they did. Hey, sex was fun, don't get it wrong, he enjoyed the sexual side, he just hated the chatting them up, treating them, meeting their friends or worse still their parents.

His parents had tried to hook him up with "suitable" girls far to many time. The girls often sore him as a meal ticket or a way into either his or his parents business.

His meal arrived. He started to eat, he knew he had to, but his stomach churned! His nerves about this weekend were kicking in bad. He was due at the huge mansion on the island at 9. He hadn't been invited to one there before. His role was laid out in the document in his messenger bag beside him, he understood it. But something in the back of his mind was worried. He had been invited to this one out of the blue. He didn't know who had put his name forward.

He was now glad his parents were out of town, his mum would have picked up on his nerves and asked too many awkward questions. He maybe twenty. She may not have spent a huge amount of time with him during his teens when their careers were hitting big time. But she could still read him. He finished his meal and paid the blushing teenage girl at his table.

He picked up his bag and headed to the car. 20:30 perfect timing to get there on time. Pulling up in the sweeping drive behind another sporty, he climbed out, grabbing just the contract he headed to the door.

An elderly butler opened the door, "Jacob" he introduced himself knowing first names were all that was needed. The butler ushered him inside.

"Jacob so glad you could come, this way please" the busty mid fifties brunette smiled at him. She was wearing a floor length caftan in wild reds and oranges. Not quite what he expected.

She led him across the wide marbled entrance hall, past a luxurious drawing room that he got a glimpse of others in evening dress sitting standing drinking in. She turned at the end of the corridor gesturing for him to go ahead of her through the open door at the top of a flight of stone steps. Before he could ask questions she raised her hand to silence him "the master of events is downstairs waiting for you, he will answer your questions and deal with your contract. Do not speak in this house unless your opinion is asked"

With that she turned and left him returning along the corridor to the drawing room. Jake wad flummoxed, he had never walked into a party to this reception before.

Questioning his own sanity he headed down the steps. This was, after all, half of the thrill, not knowing what would happen. At the bottom of the stairs he was grabbed by a pair of bare, tattooed muscular arms and held tight back against a chest that felt like it matched.

His eyes opened wide in panic, he went to shout out, but remembered just in time the lady of the house giving him the instruction to stay quiet.