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“Of course,” I responded. “They’ll want to be here early so they can get the best scoop.”
“I don’t see anyone.”
“The good ones don’t let you see them,” I said. “And I only hire the good ones.”
She took a deep breath, and I could see the nerves flash across her face. For a second, I worried that this wouldn’t be convincing enough. To her credit, she’d warned me over the phone.
I’m not very good at acting, she’d told me.I’m scared that I’ll give it away.
And if she kept that expression on her face, she would.
“Stop looking like you’re being led to the slaughter.”
“I feel like that,” she said. As we walked to the hostess stand, I ran my hand down her back, lightly running circles on the small of her back.
“Stop that,” she hissed.
“You need to relax.” I kept caressing her through the thin cotton of her dress until she shivered, and I heard a protest catch in her throat.
Man, that was hot. I wanted to hear it again.
Despite my best efforts, I hadn’t been able to get that night out of my mind. Ever since she reappeared in my life, sex with her has replayed in my mind every night. It was why I couldn’t help myself now. Even though I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help teasing her. I ran my hand down her cheek and drew her closer. Then, I leaned in and skimmed my lips over the soft skin of her cheek. Redness spread across her whole cheek, and I could feel the sheer embarrassment emanating from her.
Arousal too.
“Breathe,” I murmured.
Her breath obediently ratcheted out of her as she stepped forward slightly.
“Now smile.”
She glanced at me, and I leaned back to watch a smile finally spread across her face. It was tight around the corners and still looked a little like she was being held hostage, but I figured it was the best she could do.
Besides, there was clear, unmistakable arousal on her face. Any photographer sitting around would not doubt our chemistry.
Somebody roughly cleared their throat, and we both turned in tandem to see the host watching us uncomfortably. Somehow, we’d made it to the front of the line without knowing.
“Sorry,” I said. “We forget ourselves sometimes. Table reservation for Nick Walker?”
The host was still red-faced, but she smiled. “Of course.” She noted it down, then turned around and began leading us to the table. We drew attention as we walked, but I could tell which ones were the reporters and which were just regular people. The reporters were trying to be inconspicuous, but I had gotten good at spotting them over the years. We finally reached a table toward the back, in the wash of the romantic orange lights.
I pulled out a chair for Lisa to sit on, then drew my chair beside her. She glanced at me in shock.
“More romantic this way,” I said and smiled. She didn’t return the smile, only glanced around nervously.
‘Why are you so scared of me?” I asked, placing my hand on her leg.
“I’m not scared,” she said, glancing at me steely.
“You are,” I replied. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She gave me a look of disbelief.
“Well, not intentionally, anyway,” he said. “Do you feel that?” I gripped her thigh a little, feeling her soft flesh give way. Her skin was so soft under my hands, and her legs trembled a little. God, her little reactions were driving me crazy. I wanted to drag more of those reactions out of her.
“We’re in public,” she hissed.
“No one can see us. And even if they can, that’s what they want from a loving couple, isn’t it?” It would fit in with the story of how Nick Walker was crazy about a secret woman for years and has been for years. She’s someone from his past. He lost her some time ago and dated other women to forget her, but he couldn’t. And now that he’s found her again, he has cut off every single woman from his life to focus on her, and he apologizes to all those he’s hurt. That was essentially what the tabloids would say.
