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kitchen to see him already searching the fridge for food. Another knock sounded at the door.
You have to be kidding me , she groaned inwardly. Taking one last look at Anthony she hurried back to the front door. Swinging it open, she came face to face with one of the building guards, her luggage on either side of him.
"Mr Savage requested these be sent up. Where would you like them?"
"Just inside the door here." Hanna stepped back and motioned for him to drop them inside the door. "I can take them from here."
"As you wish." Without another word the guard dropped the bags and left, leaving her with Anthony to deal with.
Closing the door, Hanna made her way back to the kitchen to find Anthony downing a bottle of beer as he finished off a piece of beef jerky.
"Hey, so are you Bo's new girl?" He asked, walking over to her, his eyes once again travelling up and down the length of her body.
Hanna shifted nervously from foot to foot under his intense scrutiny, unsure of how to respond. "I'm ummmm."
"So you're just a couple days of fun then?"
Hanna's eyes narrowed as she straightened up, squaring her shoulders and meeting his gaze. "I'm Bo's guest. And the nature of our relationship is none of your business." Despite her firm exterior, Hanna was trembling inside.
To Hanna's surprise, Anthony began to laugh. "Baby, you all think you're the one. Enjoy the ride while you can and when he's through with you, come see me." He reached out and fingered a lock of her hair. "I love redheads. Natural?"
Hanna jerked away from his touch as if scalded, batting his hand away. "I think this conversation is finished. I'll let Bo know you stopped by."
Anthony's eyes caught hers and she could see the indecision in them. She prayed he'd leave, because every moment he stayed she felt more insecure about the situation. She had no doubt in the case of Anthony Flemming, everything the tabloids said was true.
"Alright. Bye Red." He walked past her and made his way to the door, Hanna trailing behind him, but keeping a safe distance between them. Without giving her another glance, he left.
"And don't call me Red, jackass," she muttered under her breath, slamming the door after him and locking it. She had no intention of answering it again, until Bo got home.
*****
"Shit, fuck." Bo tossed the tabloid onto the seat beside him and raked a hand through his hair.
"You know you just can't go roaming the streets before a concert. What were you thinking Bo?"
"I wasn't." Bo looked over at the bands manager, Victor Irving, sitting next to him. Victor, a veteran of the business, had been their manager from the start, taking the band from a bunch of nobodies playing at whatever bar that would take them to superstardom. "She never comes to the city. I wanted to take her out. Be normal for a change."
"Yeah, well, you're not. And hopefully you won't be for a long, long time."
"Shit. If people recognize her, she's going to be hounded to death."
"She gets five minutes of fame. That's what they all want, a little taste of the good life. Big deal, who cares about her, as long as she doesn't talk negatively about you or the band."
Bo shook his head. "Nah. She's not the kind of girl that enjoys drama. She's shy. She wouldn't enjoy the attention."
Victor laughed. "Then what in the hell is she doing with you?" Victor's laughter suddenly halted and his eyes narrowed. "What are you planning for this girl anyhow? You really into her? You know, we have some great publicity lined up for you with an up and coming country star. If you're involved with someone it's going to completely fuck up what we have planned."
Bo huffed. "I'm not concerned with what the PR people have planned. I'm not going to stop seeing someone I'm interested in for something like that."
"So she's not just a fling."
"Hanna isn't the type of girls you fuck and leave."
"Bo buddy. They're all the kind you fuck and leave." Upon seeing Bo's determined expression, Victor sighed and motioned to
You have to be kidding me , she groaned inwardly. Taking one last look at Anthony she hurried back to the front door. Swinging it open, she came face to face with one of the building guards, her luggage on either side of him.
"Mr Savage requested these be sent up. Where would you like them?"
"Just inside the door here." Hanna stepped back and motioned for him to drop them inside the door. "I can take them from here."
"As you wish." Without another word the guard dropped the bags and left, leaving her with Anthony to deal with.
Closing the door, Hanna made her way back to the kitchen to find Anthony downing a bottle of beer as he finished off a piece of beef jerky.
"Hey, so are you Bo's new girl?" He asked, walking over to her, his eyes once again travelling up and down the length of her body.
Hanna shifted nervously from foot to foot under his intense scrutiny, unsure of how to respond. "I'm ummmm."
"So you're just a couple days of fun then?"
Hanna's eyes narrowed as she straightened up, squaring her shoulders and meeting his gaze. "I'm Bo's guest. And the nature of our relationship is none of your business." Despite her firm exterior, Hanna was trembling inside.
To Hanna's surprise, Anthony began to laugh. "Baby, you all think you're the one. Enjoy the ride while you can and when he's through with you, come see me." He reached out and fingered a lock of her hair. "I love redheads. Natural?"
Hanna jerked away from his touch as if scalded, batting his hand away. "I think this conversation is finished. I'll let Bo know you stopped by."
Anthony's eyes caught hers and she could see the indecision in them. She prayed he'd leave, because every moment he stayed she felt more insecure about the situation. She had no doubt in the case of Anthony Flemming, everything the tabloids said was true.
"Alright. Bye Red." He walked past her and made his way to the door, Hanna trailing behind him, but keeping a safe distance between them. Without giving her another glance, he left.
"And don't call me Red, jackass," she muttered under her breath, slamming the door after him and locking it. She had no intention of answering it again, until Bo got home.
*****
"Shit, fuck." Bo tossed the tabloid onto the seat beside him and raked a hand through his hair.
"You know you just can't go roaming the streets before a concert. What were you thinking Bo?"
"I wasn't." Bo looked over at the bands manager, Victor Irving, sitting next to him. Victor, a veteran of the business, had been their manager from the start, taking the band from a bunch of nobodies playing at whatever bar that would take them to superstardom. "She never comes to the city. I wanted to take her out. Be normal for a change."
"Yeah, well, you're not. And hopefully you won't be for a long, long time."
"Shit. If people recognize her, she's going to be hounded to death."
"She gets five minutes of fame. That's what they all want, a little taste of the good life. Big deal, who cares about her, as long as she doesn't talk negatively about you or the band."
Bo shook his head. "Nah. She's not the kind of girl that enjoys drama. She's shy. She wouldn't enjoy the attention."
Victor laughed. "Then what in the hell is she doing with you?" Victor's laughter suddenly halted and his eyes narrowed. "What are you planning for this girl anyhow? You really into her? You know, we have some great publicity lined up for you with an up and coming country star. If you're involved with someone it's going to completely fuck up what we have planned."
Bo huffed. "I'm not concerned with what the PR people have planned. I'm not going to stop seeing someone I'm interested in for something like that."
"So she's not just a fling."
"Hanna isn't the type of girls you fuck and leave."
"Bo buddy. They're all the kind you fuck and leave." Upon seeing Bo's determined expression, Victor sighed and motioned to
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