Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“So you and West are a thing?” Matt asked as Ally used her key card to open the door to the suite. “No wonder Big Tag was pissed. He’s got this famous clause in all of his contracts.”
She didn’t like the idea that West was going to get in trouble with his boss. “What clause?”
“It’s the famous ‘no fucking the fucking client,’” Matt explained. “That’s the actual name of the clause. It’s usually cool, though. I’ve heard everyone breaks it.”
She set her bag down on one of the couches in the sitting area.
“We’re not sleeping together.” She hadn’t even thought about how it would affect West’s job. All she’d known was what she wanted in that moment, and it had been him.
Was she as selfish as everyone made her out to be?
“Could I talk to West’s boss? The Taggart guy?” She had to make sure the man understood it was her fault.
“I don’t know if that’s a great idea.” Matt grimaced. “The big boss is someone I try to avoid most of the time. Wade’s cool. He handles the bodyguard unit. I stay in my lane. I think you should, too. Like I said, everyone breaks that clause. I wouldn’t be surprised if Big Tag yells at him, throws him a box of condoms, and sends him back out in the wild. Or he could fire him and then I’ll get to spend more time with you.”
He said it in that charming way that let her know he would like that, and not merely in a professional way.
“No.” She had to play games with Jay. He was directing the film that could break her out. There was a certain level of polite game playing she had to do with him. She didn’t with this man. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not going to fall into your arms and play out some bodyguard fantasy with you. If you get skeevy with me, I’ll have you replaced.”
He stopped, his expression going cold. “Well, you didn’t seem to have that problem with West.”
“You’re not West, and I’m not some experience for you to have and brag about with your friends. If I’ve misinterpreted your actions, then I apologize, and I hope we can have a perfectly professional relationship.” It was best to set things on the right footing. She wasn’t going to spend days placating this dude’s ego.
The slight stain on his cheeks let her know how pissed he was. “You think a lot of yourself, Ms. Pearson. I assure you you’re not my type. How about I go and stand outside the door like the good employee you seem to want. Couldn’t have you being friendly with the staff, huh?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, merely turned and walked out the door.
Proving he was a shitty bodyguard. She could enrage West and he wouldn’t have left her. She went back to the foyer of the suite and checked the peephole. Sure enough, he was standing by the door.
Lot of good that would do her if there was someone in the suite.
West always checked the suite when they came back. He checked the closets and under the beds. She stood in the foyer until he gave her the all-clear.
She might have to get used to life without that kind of protection because West could leave on his own. If he didn’t get fired. He might realize how hard it would be to be close to her and not want the trouble.
She sighed and moved away. She needed to find the number for McKay-Taggart. The least she could do was try to save his job. She could tell Ian Taggart that it was all her fault and she came on to West. The pictures didn’t tell the real story.
The man would believe her. Everyone always believed the worst of her. This might be the first time it worked in her favor.
She found the number, dialed it, and was told Mr. Taggart was busy and would have to call her back.
Was he yelling at West? Or being yelled at by her stepdad?
She paced, anxiety threatening to eat her up.
And she was perfectly pleasant with staff, thank you very much. Despite her reputation, the crew of the reality show adored her. She’d had far friendlier relationships with hair and makeup people than she’d ever had with other actors.
There were two boxes on the small dining table. The staff at the hotel must have brought them up for her. Her mom had said something about a care package. She’d missed her little blender and the organic protein shakes she loved. They didn’t have them out here. She’d promised West she’d let him try one.
Hey, I know I just forced you into the public spotlight, but here’s the best blueberry acai protein smoothie you’ve ever had.
That would make up for it, right?