something on my face?”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s just…I’m trying to figure out how I’m here with you right now. I’m plain. I’m not skinny. I’m not particularly interesting. You could have any woman in here right now.” She nods toward a table filled with hot young twenty-something women who keep giving me the eye. “They know who you are. You could be in bed with all three of them tonight, I guarantee it.”
I lean closer to her. “Maybe I’m with you because I know you’ll be gone in a few weeks.”
Hayley doesn’t look hurt. “That makes sense.” She reaches for her glass of water.
I take her hand before she can lift the glass. “Or maybe I’m with you because I think you’re the sexiest fucking American girl I’ve ever come across.”
We’re interrupted by the arrival of our server.
The blush doesn’t leave Hayley’s cheeks for the rest of the meal.
“Alright, that burger was worth the money. I didn’t think I would say that, but it’s true,” Hayley says as we step outside of the restaurant an hour later.
I laugh. “I told you so.”
“You did.”
Just as I’m about to put my arm around her, a flashbulb goes off.
“Oi!” I yell, throwing up my hand. “Who the bloody hell are you?” My accent is in full flow. It always pops back up when I’m angry.
Hayley yelps as the bulb keeps flashing.
“Ryan! Hey! Over here!” Another camera goes off and soon the passersby on the street are stopping with their camera phones.
“Headed out to drink drive again with your new slut?”
I walk over to the photographer and grab his heavy camera, tossing it on the ground. It shatters into a dozen pieces. I grab him by the collar and shove him against the window of the restaurant. “Say that again and I kill you.”
The photographer grins at me.
“Ryan! Everyone has cameras!” Hayley cries out. She pulls my arm and I let the guy go.
I shake my head to wake myself up from my outburst. “Right, let’s go.” I put my arm around Hayley and push through the crowd of people all filming on their phones.
I hail a cab and we ride back to the hotel.
“Oh, God,” Hayley says, leaning her forehead against the window glass. “I’m going to lose my job.”
“No, you aren’t,” I say unconvincingly. “I might lose mine, though.”
Hayley looks at me, her expression pained. “You shouldn’t have done that on my behalf. I’m not worth you being kicked off the team.”
I put my hand on her knee. “Of course you are.”
The intimate words hang between us. I grab the back of her head and pull her towards me. Her back arches and she presses her tits into my chest. I kiss her passionately until the taxi stops.
I throw money at the driver and we tumble out of the cab together. I can’t stop touching her. Her neck. Her back.
We kiss in the elevator and I start unbuttoning her pants as we fall down the hallway together, tripping over each other’s feet.
I shove my keycard in the door and I lift Hayley off her feet, throwing her onto my mattress.
“You let the maids in today,” she says while I work my way down her stomach.
“Stop talking,” I reply. “I’m busy down here.”
She gasps as I rip off her panties and lift her legs up into the air. I taste her juices and she’s sweet, just like the other night. She bucks against my mouth and has to put a pillow over her face so she doesn’t bother the neighbors.
I don’t care if I get too close to her now. I just want her.
All of her. Every fucking inch.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HAYLEY
I’m pacing my hotel room.
Alison has already called six times to let me know I’m all over the Internet with photos of me with Ryan. She said even Dad saw the news. And he doesn’t read anything to do with celebrities. He calls it trash, not journalism.
This is not why I went into this business. This is not what I expected when I took this assignment.
Now I’m going to lose it all because of Ryan.
The sex almost makes it
She shakes her head. “No. It’s just…I’m trying to figure out how I’m here with you right now. I’m plain. I’m not skinny. I’m not particularly interesting. You could have any woman in here right now.” She nods toward a table filled with hot young twenty-something women who keep giving me the eye. “They know who you are. You could be in bed with all three of them tonight, I guarantee it.”
I lean closer to her. “Maybe I’m with you because I know you’ll be gone in a few weeks.”
Hayley doesn’t look hurt. “That makes sense.” She reaches for her glass of water.
I take her hand before she can lift the glass. “Or maybe I’m with you because I think you’re the sexiest fucking American girl I’ve ever come across.”
We’re interrupted by the arrival of our server.
The blush doesn’t leave Hayley’s cheeks for the rest of the meal.
“Alright, that burger was worth the money. I didn’t think I would say that, but it’s true,” Hayley says as we step outside of the restaurant an hour later.
I laugh. “I told you so.”
“You did.”
Just as I’m about to put my arm around her, a flashbulb goes off.
“Oi!” I yell, throwing up my hand. “Who the bloody hell are you?” My accent is in full flow. It always pops back up when I’m angry.
Hayley yelps as the bulb keeps flashing.
“Ryan! Hey! Over here!” Another camera goes off and soon the passersby on the street are stopping with their camera phones.
“Headed out to drink drive again with your new slut?”
I walk over to the photographer and grab his heavy camera, tossing it on the ground. It shatters into a dozen pieces. I grab him by the collar and shove him against the window of the restaurant. “Say that again and I kill you.”
The photographer grins at me.
“Ryan! Everyone has cameras!” Hayley cries out. She pulls my arm and I let the guy go.
I shake my head to wake myself up from my outburst. “Right, let’s go.” I put my arm around Hayley and push through the crowd of people all filming on their phones.
I hail a cab and we ride back to the hotel.
“Oh, God,” Hayley says, leaning her forehead against the window glass. “I’m going to lose my job.”
“No, you aren’t,” I say unconvincingly. “I might lose mine, though.”
Hayley looks at me, her expression pained. “You shouldn’t have done that on my behalf. I’m not worth you being kicked off the team.”
I put my hand on her knee. “Of course you are.”
The intimate words hang between us. I grab the back of her head and pull her towards me. Her back arches and she presses her tits into my chest. I kiss her passionately until the taxi stops.
I throw money at the driver and we tumble out of the cab together. I can’t stop touching her. Her neck. Her back.
We kiss in the elevator and I start unbuttoning her pants as we fall down the hallway together, tripping over each other’s feet.
I shove my keycard in the door and I lift Hayley off her feet, throwing her onto my mattress.
“You let the maids in today,” she says while I work my way down her stomach.
“Stop talking,” I reply. “I’m busy down here.”
She gasps as I rip off her panties and lift her legs up into the air. I taste her juices and she’s sweet, just like the other night. She bucks against my mouth and has to put a pillow over her face so she doesn’t bother the neighbors.
I don’t care if I get too close to her now. I just want her.
All of her. Every fucking inch.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HAYLEY
I’m pacing my hotel room.
Alison has already called six times to let me know I’m all over the Internet with photos of me with Ryan. She said even Dad saw the news. And he doesn’t read anything to do with celebrities. He calls it trash, not journalism.
This is not why I went into this business. This is not what I expected when I took this assignment.
Now I’m going to lose it all because of Ryan.
The sex almost makes it
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