<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div><em>"Well hello there.  You must be Nicole's friend.  I'm Joe."<br/><br/>"Why don't you fix yourself a drink and get comfortable.  This bourbon is almost as exquisite as you." </em><br/><br/>Joe Huntington, she knew exactly who she was. She’d roomed, for awhile, with several members of a famous local band. They’d never made it big time, but they were always talking about Joe. It was funny, to Caroline, she’d always approached a job praying the john was hot and usually found herself unimpressed and disappointed when he wasn’t some ripped, masculine Italian beefcake.<br/><br/>There was no disappointment here. Joe Huntington was somebody, a big somebody. What Caroline needed and wanted the most was connections. This was a connection she needed. It might not be the industry she wanted into, but the music business and the acting world had a lot of strong ties.<br/><br/>He was already in a robe, which made her job that much easier. A man that answered the door prepared was a man ready to get it done. And Caroline really enjoyed it when she was what was getting done.<br/><br/>“Yeah, you could say I’m her friend.”<br/><br/>“Though, I’d rather I be yours.”<br/><br/>She stuck her purse beside the settee and poured herself a drink. The large living area was spacious and clean. She liked that, she liked too that there were plenty of surfaces and places to play. In Caroline’s opinion variety was the spice of her life.<br/><br/>Turning to watch him as he leaned against the door, Caroline took a long slow sip of the bourbon. It was nice, with a elegant richness, but she’d never been much of a drinker. Even Nicole’s two drink minimum rule for working never really came into play.<br/><br/>“Am I exquisite? You’ll have to tell me what you think of me after you’ve experienced the whole package.”