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“Anything for my girl.” I smile and watch lust flash across her eyes.
“Yourgirl, huh?” she quips.
“Got a problem with that,Princess?”
She shrugs but doesn’t answer the question.
Chapter 27
After dinner,we head back to the hotel, neither one of us saying much. He takes my hand in his and draws small circles on the back of it. The caress is soothing, but it makes me want him all over again. He’s too hot, and it’s proving difficult to keep my hands off him, as is evident from our earlier sex-capade. My head is spinning from the wine and from him calling me his girl.What does that mean anyway? Too many questions are running through my head, and while I’m the first to say what’s on my mind, I don’t feel now is the right time to ask. We’ve both had a long night, and I think it’s best to sleep on everything. I turn to look at Caleb, who’s looking out the window, a small smile gracing his lips. He looks content just holding my hand and watching the buildings pass by.
By the time we get back to the hotel, the paparazzi have left for the evening. He takes my hand and helps me out of the vehicle, refusing to let go as we walk through the lobby. We step into the waiting elevator, and he hits the button for floor five and what I assume is his floor, seven. A pang of disappointment hits when he hits the number for both floors, but I school my features. The doors slide closed and he turns to at me. “I can see the gears turning in your head. You have questions. What are they?”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I have questions.”
“Fine, but I can see the disappointment on your face.” I turn to look at him and narrow my eyes. “Believe me, I want to invite you up. I would love to take you every which way tonight, but I don’t want to push my luck with you. I don’t want you to think I’m just going to fuck you and run. That’s not what I’m about, Quinn.”
My features soften as the doors slide open on my floor, and I step out. “Thank you for dinner. I had a lovely evening.”
“Thanks for theridethere.” He smirks, his eyes ablaze as the elevator doors slide closed, leaving me there with a stupid grin on my face.
I walk down the hallway to my room, let myself in, and flop down on the bed. I reach for my phone and contemplate texting Caleb. I want to go to his room so bad and make him fulfill his promises of taking me every which way. As if he hears my thoughts, my phone chirps with a new message.
Caleb:Room 7139, Princess.
I lick my lips and imagine the fun we could have. My fingers trail down my body and trace over my clothed core. The vivid images running through my head are making me hot. I pinch at my nipple through the soft cotton cup of my bra and imagine it’s Caleb’s rough hands playing with me. I push my panties to the side and gently rub over my clit, my fingers dancing over the bundle of nerves, when my phone chirps again, pulling me from my fantasy.
It’s from Thad, so I push down my annoyance.
Thad:Looks like you patched things up with pretty boy. Check it out.
I click the link, and up pop images of Caleb and me at dinner tonight. The pictures are accompanied by a small blurb.
Caleb Evanstan and girlfriend Quinn Harrison arrive at Campalini’s for a quiet dinner. Quinn has been MIA for the past several weeks. We were starting to think their relationship was all a hoax. Caleb looked happy to be there with her. Bets are still on for how long until there’s trouble in paradise. We think it will be one month tops. What’s your bet?
I roll my eyes.Assholes.They can never make things easy. At least, inside the hotel, the paparazzi can’t see us. Otherwise, I would probably be stuck in his room with him. Not that I would be complaining; who wouldn’t want to wake up with a man of muscle wrapped around them? I really want to jump into this feet first now that I know what he thinks of me and what his feelings are. It was extremely difficult to not tell him I want to make this real when he brought it up. I can’t get wrapped up in this if I want to keep a clear head and do my job. I respond back to Thad.
Me:Good thing they couldn’t see inside the car. Night, Thad.
I take a quick shower. After my rendezvous in the car, I need to clean up and get into a new pair of panties. I crawl into bed, set the alarm clock for the morning, and turn off the light, willing sleep to take me under. While I won’t be super busy tomorrow, it’s going to be a borderline boring day for me and, sometimes, boring days take more out of you.
My phone chirps with another message, and I expect it to be Thad. I’m surprised and warmth floods my chest when I see it’s Caleb.
Caleb:Night, beautiful. I’ll come get you so we can go to set together tomorrow. See you at 7!
Me:Night, Caleb.
I change the alarm time to be five-thirty so I can make sure to look my best, and I drift off to sleep.
The buzzing alarm wakes me the next morning, and I smack my hand over it to shut it up. I roll around in bed for about twenty minutes before deciding I really do have to get up. Ihatemornings this early. If the sun isn’t up, I shouldn’t be either. Since I showered last night, I wash my face, put on a small amount of makeup, and straighten my hair. I decide to keep my attire casual, opting for a pair of skinny jeans and a Los Angeles Angels t-shirt. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I see it’s a quarter to seven. I hope I can get some breakfast this morning.
I hear a knock on the door and jump up to answer it. Caleb is standing there with his hands shoved in his front pockets and a smile plastered on his face.He is sexy as hell!
“Hi, beautiful.” He leans down and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Ready to get going? The car is already waiting for us.”
“Yep, I’m ready.” I grab my computer bag and sling purse, and he takes my hand, leading me out toward the car.
“Angels, huh?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow.