Ava handed him his towel, took her clothes and left the room. Of course, she had to change somewhere else, Jax thought and looked up at the ceiling.
“Not funny, old man!”
Gloria’s voice rose an octave.
“Jesus!” she roared, her voice carrying clearly through the glass doors.
“Fucking hell!” Jax muttered and closed the bathroom door, at last drowning out Aretha Wannabe’s voice.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, Ava was waiting for him already. She sat cross-legged on her bed, his phone pressed to her ear.
“Oh, Liam, hang on, there he is. Fresh out of the shower. Actually, can he call you back? He is still wet. I need him like that…Great, thanks. Fifteen seconds…No, he won’t need any longer. Bye.”
She hung up.
“I don’t need any longer than fifteen seconds?” Jax asked, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.
“For the video,” Ava smiled and held up the phone to record him. “Just stand there, I’ll walk around you.”
“I feel so objectified,” Jax complained.
“Suck it up. Women have to go through that every day of their lives.” She stopped filming, then took a step back. “Okay, now just a headshot. Look out of the window and then slowly turn around to me and look as if you are ravenously hungry and I am your favourite meal.”
“That won’t be difficult,” Jax muttered.
“Okay. Camera rolling! Yes, that’s it. Omg, Jax, you’ll get millions of followers!”
“That hot?” he asked.
“Wait until it’s underlaid with music.”
She quickly uploaded the reels with music the way Darryl had shown her and while they were watching, Gloria’s voice rose to a crescendo outside.
“Is she still praying for me?” Jax asked in exasperation.
“I think now she is praying for herself. Darryl has just liked your videos. I think he showed them to his mum. Call Liam while I put on my makeup. You can get dressed, too.”
Jax took his phone and called Liam.
“Three minutes, guys! You owe me a beer!” Liam yelled and Jax held the phone away from his ear.
“What the fuck, Liam?”