that there isn’t at least a spark of like that between us.
That crack about the trailer park hit a little too close to home for my liking. Though as I look down at my ridiculous outfit, I suppose that I am looking the part. No one would look twice at this getup in Green Acres. But that still doesn’t endear me to the place.
“She’s sweet.” I can hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice, but Adam, who has seated himself across from me, seems to miss it. He’s dropped all pretense of being lovey dovey, and is staring at his fingers, which he’s knit together in his lap.
“Hmm. She’s a good friend.” He focuses his stare out the window, leaving me feeling more than a little confused.
I’m pretty sure that’s going to be my go-to mental state for the next week, or however long he decides to keep me. Confused. Suddenly exhausted by the events of the past twenty-four hours, I rest my head back on the sleek leather seat. I intend to just close my eyes to block out the sensory overload that’s threatening to pull me under. But the slight vibrations of the car as it makes its way over the tarmac lulls me to sleep.
***
When the limo stops I jolt awake, frantically trying to shove through the layers of disorientation that inevitably follow an impromptu nap. I feel like I’m being smothered in wet wool as I sit up, blinking at my surroundings like an owl.
My pulse slows just the tiniest bit as my gaze lands on Adam, who is leaning half out the door, talking to Amy the redheaded be-yotch. Ignoring her, I tilt my head at him in question.
“We’re at the hotel. Going to grab something to eat, then I have a photo shoot, and a show tonight.” I must look impressed, which I am—I’m so not used to hanging out with rock stars—and he gives me that smirk, holding out a hand for me. “Come on.”
That newly relaxed heart rate speeds right back up when he tangles his fingers with my own. His hand is large, and warm, and being connected to him, even in this small way, does strange things to my insides.
Amy scowls as I emerge from the back of the limo and she sees our connected hands. With entirely more familiarity than I like, she slaps a baseball cap on Adam’s head and shoves over-sized sunglasses on his nose.
“Ow.” Adam winces as one of the arms stabs him in the temple. “Go easy,”
“Oh, I’m sorry, babe.” Her voice is saccharine as she strokes a finger over the injured skin, then smacks a big kiss over it. I growl. Never mind that Adam, and I aren’t really together like that, she doesn’t know that. “I just want to get you inside before chaos breaks out.”
“Chaos?” I look at Adam, puzzled. But he’s scanning the area, his body tense. I follow his stare and see... wow. A solid wall of black clad giants.
Right. This must be life as a rock star.
“Sax has your key card.” Amy gestures to the biggest of the big men. My eyes widen as I look up... then up some more, finally coming to rest on the man’s face. The dude has to be at least six and a half feet tall, and looks like he’s been carved out the side of a mountain.
Wow. I thought Miss Black’s goons were scary, but they’ve got nothing on Adam’s Kincaid’s security team.
“Okay, we’re clear. Go, go!” Amy gives me a helpful shove forward; being ever so graceful, I of course trip over the curb, my hooker heels making it difficult to walk at the quick pace everyone’s setting. Adam is slightly ahead of me, his hand still laced through mine, so he doesn’t see what a cow his assistant is being.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. What does she want, to climb into a tub of jell-o and wrestle over him? He’s not going to pick either of us.
Adam chooses that moment to look back over his shoulder at me, and his thumb rubs over the palm of my hand. He nods at Amy but pulls me closer, and in that instant I’m a goner.
“I’m sorry. I should have warned you.” Holding me against his side, he keeps up with the pace set by
That crack about the trailer park hit a little too close to home for my liking. Though as I look down at my ridiculous outfit, I suppose that I am looking the part. No one would look twice at this getup in Green Acres. But that still doesn’t endear me to the place.
“She’s sweet.” I can hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice, but Adam, who has seated himself across from me, seems to miss it. He’s dropped all pretense of being lovey dovey, and is staring at his fingers, which he’s knit together in his lap.
“Hmm. She’s a good friend.” He focuses his stare out the window, leaving me feeling more than a little confused.
I’m pretty sure that’s going to be my go-to mental state for the next week, or however long he decides to keep me. Confused. Suddenly exhausted by the events of the past twenty-four hours, I rest my head back on the sleek leather seat. I intend to just close my eyes to block out the sensory overload that’s threatening to pull me under. But the slight vibrations of the car as it makes its way over the tarmac lulls me to sleep.
***
When the limo stops I jolt awake, frantically trying to shove through the layers of disorientation that inevitably follow an impromptu nap. I feel like I’m being smothered in wet wool as I sit up, blinking at my surroundings like an owl.
My pulse slows just the tiniest bit as my gaze lands on Adam, who is leaning half out the door, talking to Amy the redheaded be-yotch. Ignoring her, I tilt my head at him in question.
“We’re at the hotel. Going to grab something to eat, then I have a photo shoot, and a show tonight.” I must look impressed, which I am—I’m so not used to hanging out with rock stars—and he gives me that smirk, holding out a hand for me. “Come on.”
That newly relaxed heart rate speeds right back up when he tangles his fingers with my own. His hand is large, and warm, and being connected to him, even in this small way, does strange things to my insides.
Amy scowls as I emerge from the back of the limo and she sees our connected hands. With entirely more familiarity than I like, she slaps a baseball cap on Adam’s head and shoves over-sized sunglasses on his nose.
“Ow.” Adam winces as one of the arms stabs him in the temple. “Go easy,”
“Oh, I’m sorry, babe.” Her voice is saccharine as she strokes a finger over the injured skin, then smacks a big kiss over it. I growl. Never mind that Adam, and I aren’t really together like that, she doesn’t know that. “I just want to get you inside before chaos breaks out.”
“Chaos?” I look at Adam, puzzled. But he’s scanning the area, his body tense. I follow his stare and see... wow. A solid wall of black clad giants.
Right. This must be life as a rock star.
“Sax has your key card.” Amy gestures to the biggest of the big men. My eyes widen as I look up... then up some more, finally coming to rest on the man’s face. The dude has to be at least six and a half feet tall, and looks like he’s been carved out the side of a mountain.
Wow. I thought Miss Black’s goons were scary, but they’ve got nothing on Adam’s Kincaid’s security team.
“Okay, we’re clear. Go, go!” Amy gives me a helpful shove forward; being ever so graceful, I of course trip over the curb, my hooker heels making it difficult to walk at the quick pace everyone’s setting. Adam is slightly ahead of me, his hand still laced through mine, so he doesn’t see what a cow his assistant is being.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. What does she want, to climb into a tub of jell-o and wrestle over him? He’s not going to pick either of us.
Adam chooses that moment to look back over his shoulder at me, and his thumb rubs over the palm of my hand. He nods at Amy but pulls me closer, and in that instant I’m a goner.
“I’m sorry. I should have warned you.” Holding me against his side, he keeps up with the pace set by
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