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limo door slammed shut behind us. My publicist insisted
we arrive together, to build up buzz for the movie. Hey, I wasn’t complaining. I
wouldn’t mind a fake relationship with Chloe. She was tall, gorgeous, barely
eighteen, and a newbie to the silver scene. She turned to me and tucked some of
her short blonde hair behind her ear. A man with a camera got right up on us
and started filming.
“Chloe, Chase. Have you started filming yet?”
I was prepared to ignore them, but Chloe’s blue eyes filled
with excitement.
“Not yet, but soon.”
“How ‘bout that off-screen chemistry?”
Chloe giggled and looked up at me. Rumors would fly. It was
inevitable.
Unfortunately, for her, I didn’t have room on my list for
another fuck buddy. I had trouble keeping track of my current ones. We moved
past the photographers and entered the restaurant.
My eyes centered in on a familiar brown head that made my
insides curl in delight. Quinn. Did she work here? Her dark hair, that I loved
so much, was pulled back into a bun. She tapped her pencil against the podium as
she stared off into the distance. She wore only a minimal amount of makeup on
her face, but she was still the most gorgeous girl in the room. Probably the
most interesting too. I smiled slightly, this night was about to get exciting.
Typically, I didn’t care to make other girls jealous, but I felt like having
some fun. After all, I was Chase Crowley, and she was the cousin of some
nobody soap star. I could do better, even if I didn’t want to.
She glanced up briefly as we approached; her eyes did a
double take as she recognized who I was.
“Hi…..” Quinn said uncertainly. I gave her a big smile, which
caused her to drop her pencil.
“Aww. You have a fan, Chase,” Chloe cooed in my ear. I
laughed as Quinn stood from picking up the pencil. I lightly pulled the writing
utensil out of her grip and grabbed a piece of paper from the podium.
“Looks like I do. No need to ask. I’ll sign your paper.” I
bent over to scribble my name on the paper. I was being a jerk, but I didn’t
care.
“Who should I make it out to?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Quinn swallowed hard and her lips drew together to make a
tight line.
“I’m sorry, but who are you?”
I was about to come back with a smart-ass answer, but was
cut short by Chloe’s shrilling laughter.
“That’s a good one. I really like you,” Chloe told her before
elbowing me in the ribs. I dropped the pencil on the podium and straightened
back up.
“We are here for the Danner party,” I told Quinn. I wouldn’t
acknowledge that I knew her; she could squirm for all I cared. Her eyes
moved back and forth between Chloe and me, no doubt trying to decide what we
were doing here. Her gaze turned icy before looking down at her reservation
list.
“Um, sure—party of five,” she stumbled with her words, “Party
of five, yep. She grabbed a few menus from the metal shelf behind her and
turned around to show us to our seat.
“Right this way,” she said. We followed her through the
hallway into a large private room. Special guests had preferred seating away
from the windows and normal customers. It was distracting to have fans
bothering you, and people snapping photos on their phones. This restaurant was
indeed very elite. The ceiling was made of glass so clear that we had a flawless
view of the cityscape. We walked past rooms with red chairs and golden cushiony
walls with hundreds of chandeliers dipping from the ceiling to provide a
minimal amount of light. It was quiet because of the privacy of each booth but
some sort of classical music flowed in the background. As I walked behind
Quinn, I couldn’t help but notice how nice her ass looked in that uniform. The
black slacks hugged her curves in all the right places, and to my dismay, a
small bit of arousal stirred inside of me. No way. Been there, done that. I was
over her. Quinn wasn’t going to get under my skin again.
we arrive together, to build up buzz for the movie. Hey, I wasn’t complaining. I
wouldn’t mind a fake relationship with Chloe. She was tall, gorgeous, barely
eighteen, and a newbie to the silver scene. She turned to me and tucked some of
her short blonde hair behind her ear. A man with a camera got right up on us
and started filming.
“Chloe, Chase. Have you started filming yet?”
I was prepared to ignore them, but Chloe’s blue eyes filled
with excitement.
“Not yet, but soon.”
“How ‘bout that off-screen chemistry?”
Chloe giggled and looked up at me. Rumors would fly. It was
inevitable.
Unfortunately, for her, I didn’t have room on my list for
another fuck buddy. I had trouble keeping track of my current ones. We moved
past the photographers and entered the restaurant.
My eyes centered in on a familiar brown head that made my
insides curl in delight. Quinn. Did she work here? Her dark hair, that I loved
so much, was pulled back into a bun. She tapped her pencil against the podium as
she stared off into the distance. She wore only a minimal amount of makeup on
her face, but she was still the most gorgeous girl in the room. Probably the
most interesting too. I smiled slightly, this night was about to get exciting.
Typically, I didn’t care to make other girls jealous, but I felt like having
some fun. After all, I was Chase Crowley, and she was the cousin of some
nobody soap star. I could do better, even if I didn’t want to.
She glanced up briefly as we approached; her eyes did a
double take as she recognized who I was.
“Hi…..” Quinn said uncertainly. I gave her a big smile, which
caused her to drop her pencil.
“Aww. You have a fan, Chase,” Chloe cooed in my ear. I
laughed as Quinn stood from picking up the pencil. I lightly pulled the writing
utensil out of her grip and grabbed a piece of paper from the podium.
“Looks like I do. No need to ask. I’ll sign your paper.” I
bent over to scribble my name on the paper. I was being a jerk, but I didn’t
care.
“Who should I make it out to?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Quinn swallowed hard and her lips drew together to make a
tight line.
“I’m sorry, but who are you?”
I was about to come back with a smart-ass answer, but was
cut short by Chloe’s shrilling laughter.
“That’s a good one. I really like you,” Chloe told her before
elbowing me in the ribs. I dropped the pencil on the podium and straightened
back up.
“We are here for the Danner party,” I told Quinn. I wouldn’t
acknowledge that I knew her; she could squirm for all I cared. Her eyes
moved back and forth between Chloe and me, no doubt trying to decide what we
were doing here. Her gaze turned icy before looking down at her reservation
list.
“Um, sure—party of five,” she stumbled with her words, “Party
of five, yep. She grabbed a few menus from the metal shelf behind her and
turned around to show us to our seat.
“Right this way,” she said. We followed her through the
hallway into a large private room. Special guests had preferred seating away
from the windows and normal customers. It was distracting to have fans
bothering you, and people snapping photos on their phones. This restaurant was
indeed very elite. The ceiling was made of glass so clear that we had a flawless
view of the cityscape. We walked past rooms with red chairs and golden cushiony
walls with hundreds of chandeliers dipping from the ceiling to provide a
minimal amount of light. It was quiet because of the privacy of each booth but
some sort of classical music flowed in the background. As I walked behind
Quinn, I couldn’t help but notice how nice her ass looked in that uniform. The
black slacks hugged her curves in all the right places, and to my dismay, a
small bit of arousal stirred inside of me. No way. Been there, done that. I was
over her. Quinn wasn’t going to get under my skin again.
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