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Then he gets himself into position, lays me back against his desk, and he shows me just howgoodhe thinks that I am.
Chapter 20
Mitch
She didn’t warn me about what we were getting ourselves into. Hell, even if she had I don’t think I could have expected the scale of it.
I knew that Harper had made a lot of money writing manuscripts, so I knew that her movie was going to be big.
But I hadn’t known that it was the movie of the whole damnyear.
When we went to the cinema earlier in December she hadn’t told me that the huge boards and cardboard cut-outs that they had in there were for the movie that she had written. She’d walked past them all with complete indifference, as if she’d never seen them before. But as the limo that had been arranged to bring her to the premier pulls up to a stop at the silver barricades, blockading the swarming crowd from the wide red carpet, I can see the posters clear as day.
I stare out of the window in horror, thanking God that these windows are tinted as thousands of cameras flash violently at Harper’s unopened door.
“Harper,” I say. My brow is furrowed. My eyes are wide with disbelief.
She lets out a little cough and then says, “Yeah?”
I look between her and the window, out of my comfort zone but determined to stay level, knowing that this is the moment that she’s been feeling nervous about.
“You didn’t tell me how big your movie was, Harper. You didn’t tell me that you’re…” I have to choke the next words out of my throat. “That you’re famous.”
Harper looks up at me innocently, her hands smoothing down the pale gold satin of her dress over her thighs.
Head to toe she looks like champagne. Her blonde hair is in a soft sexy pouf, her skin is glowing with the remnants of her summer tan, and her dress is wrapped around her body as tight as cling-film, the neckline draped low across her pushed-up breasts and the hem going all the way down to her ankles, her glittery little toes peeking shyly out.
A particularly bright flash explodes behind Harper’s window and the diamonds around her neck glint dangerously. That sedates me a little. It’s a reminder that she’s mine, and that this kind of big city chaos is only temporary. I can stay calm, secure in the knowledge of that. But that doesn’t mean that I have to like the way that thousands of people are screaming for her out there, clambering to get a look at her, to touch her.
Like hell are they going to touch her. I readjust my suit jacket, the fabric tighter around my shoulders than I’d like it to be, and I arch my neck, undoing a second button on my shirt, just to get a little air flow.
I look like I’m her bodyguard. I have every intention of acting like one too.
Harper’s eyes drop to the small section of tan skin exposed between the white cotton of my shirt and she squirms on the seat, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs like she wants me to do something about that ache I know she’s got between her thighs.
I lean down to kiss her and she melts against me, my hands roaming up to squeeze gently at her warm breasts. She falls back against the seat and pulls me down with her, arching against me like she doesn’t want me to stop.
And Idefinitelydon’t want to stop. But we have a driver not ten feet away from us, plus a thousand cameras out there that, for all I know, have fucking x-ray lenses, so I pull myself up, panting as I lean over her.
“After,” I rasp. “Do your red carpet, and then I’ll do you.”
She drops her arms to her sides and howls.
I stoop down to kiss her again and she clasps her hands around the back of my neck, digging her nails in hard.
“You’re kinda spoiled, aren’t you?” I murmur, hunching over so that I don’t hit my head on the roof as I get to my feet, and then I grip at Harper’s elbows and pull her up with me.
She scowls up at me but I can see the fear behind her eyes. She doesn’t want to be here. I stroke softly at her cheek.
“Yes,” she snaps, getting defensive to hide her nerves. “I’m a spoiled princess. Take it or leave it.”
I smirk down at her, kiss her hard, and then give her a couple deep strokes of my tongue.
“I’ll take it,” I murmur, pulling away so that I can look at her. “You’remyspoiled princess.”
She ducks down to hide her smile at the same moment that her driver opens his door.
I lean down the aisle to try and catch his eye and I jerk my chin at him when he looks at me questioningly.
