Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I had my single duffel bag, but Selena had nothing. We might get some strange looks at the airport, but that shit didn’t matter. I was famous enough that I could get away with running around with some pretty young girl.
My night sure had taken an interesting turn. There I was having just jerked my cock off thinking about Selena’s incredible body when she just showed up. I hadn’t expected it, but I was glad she did.
And now I was going to marry the girl. Not for real, of course. Selena was all business, and I liked that about her.
It fucking turned me on. The girl was a challenge, a little uptight, a little scared. I wasn’t going to pressure her into anything, but I had a feeling that by the time the tour was over, I’d have her body in the palm of my hand, her ready to let me get her off over and over again.
We went down the staircase, trying to stay quiet. I couldn’t risk running into Livy and having her somehow try to talk me out of it, or maybe threaten me with the publishers again. So we were going the back way, like I was back on a mission.
I glanced back at her and smiled. She looked nervous as hell, maybe even a little frightened, but I could tell she was excited too. I had her pegged as a do-gooder, but maybe she really was wilder than I had initially thought.
Which could be good or bad, depending. My fucking hard cock was definitely not a good thing if we were going to try to keep our relationship professional.
But I couldn’t get too hung up on that just yet. First, we had to sneak out and get on a damn plane.
I stopped once we reached the bottom of the staircase. “Stay here,” I said to her.
“Why?”
“I need to make sure there aren’t any paparazzi.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded, frowning. “Seriously. The rats follow me around.”
“Okay. Be fast.”
I grinned at her and then pushed through the door, moving fast and low toward the first car I saw.
I stayed there for a few minutes, taking in the parking garage. There was no movement that I could see, and the cars all looked empty. At least there was nobody rushing to try to take my picture just yet. I stood up to get a better view.
Still empty. I turned and pushed open the door. “Come on.”
She followed me back out into the parking garage and we followed the wall, sticking away from the center aisle, trying to stay in the shadows.
She did a good job keeping up with me. I was hustling, moving fast, trying to minimize our chances of getting caught. It felt like a mission again, and I loved the adrenaline racing through my veins. Although, if we got caught, our punishment would be photographs, whereas my old missions were all life or death.
Still, it felt good to be sneaking around again, putting my training to use. We moved down the wall and slowly wound our way upward toward ground level.
I paused and held my hand out, stopping Selena. I looked around the corner and saw the entrance to the garage just ahead, with the street beyond.
That was our chance. Once out in the street, nobody was going to find us. We’d grab a cab or an Uber and get the hell out of there.
Except standing right next to the garage entrance were two paparazzi. They thought they were being slick by hiding their cameras, but it was obvious what they were. They stood there in too-plain clothing, smoking cigarettes, with huge cups of coffee next to them. Normal people didn’t drink tons of coffee late at night and hang around parking garages.
I turned to Selena. “The two guys up there are paparazzi, so we need to get around them.”
“How?” she asked.
I frowned and began to work on it. The garage had only one entrance, and we couldn’t just go up through the lobby. There were absolutely paparazzi lingering up there.
And then I had an idea.
“Nobody knows you yet, right?” I said to her.
“Sure.”
“Go upstairs into the lobby. Poke your head out the door, look back inside, and yell something about seeing me.”
“What?”
“Go act like you spotted me on the street. Then walk fast away from the building. Hopefully that’ll draw those guys away long enough for me to slip out.”
“Where should we meet?”
“There’s a bar right around the corner called Sabrina’s. Meet me there.”
She frowned. “I don’t know if I can do this. What if everyone ignores me?”
“Then head back here and we’ll think of something else.” I looked at her seriously. “You can do this.”
She nodded. “Okay. See you soon.”
I watched her leave, heading back toward the stairwell. I turned back to the paparazzi standing at the entrance and waited, keeping myself calm.