Chapter Thirty-Six
Jake sat at his desk, his chest glistening with beads of water from his shower, wearing only boxers.
He turned on his chunky, aged, desktop computer and waited the necessary time for it to load up before he could access his internet.
He really needed to upgrade but second second assistant directors didn't earn that much money.
Jake snorted. Who was he kidding?
His job role was a gopher for celebrities, carting them from place to place, fetching their coffee.
Still, there was one celebrity he really didn't mind doing it for.
Isabella Swan.
She was so beautiful in Jake's eyes.
And that was why he was entering her name into a search engine.
He couldn't help himself.
Every day, he'd look her up, scour the gossip blogs for the latest sightings of her, candid photos.
God she was gorgeous.
Jake opened Hunter Hunting, his favorite blog site.
James Hunter was a sleazy guy with slicked back blond hair, who always had a camera around his neck and a notepad in his hand but he and Jake had always gotten on well. James would often slip Jake some money to ensure that a celebrity was somewhere he wanted them to be, or doing something they shouldn't be.
Jake leaned back as his screen filled with images of Bella.
Just like Jake, James had a bit of a thing for her too and his blog was dominated by sightings of her.
Using the mouse, Jake scrolled further down the page, groaning at the sight of Bella outside a hotel room in nothing but a robe, her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.
That is, until he saw the headline accompanying the photos and his eyes zeroed in on the number on the hotel room door.
Cullen's room.