*Nigel's POV*
"Oh, crap!" Sophie yelled, removing her leg from my waist.
"What, what happened?" I jumped up, alarmed, and turned around to see if she was ok.
"It's 9:00 am! By the time George drops me off at home, and I get dressed, I'll be late for work."
She leapt out of the bed in a panic.
"You can leave from here," I replied, trying to ease her anxiety. “I'll have George drop you off."
"What? No, I don't have clothes, makeup, or my video camera! I'm not prepared!"
She paced the floor franticly.
"Relax, what size do you wear? I will have my assistant drop off any clothes you want and the type of makeup you wear. It will be here by the time you finish breakfast and shower. Then, George will drop you off to work."
I took out my phone and texted my assistant, who did my pers
