The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure by Terry Towers
Authors: Terry Towers
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fuck, fuck! A stream of curses rushed through his mind as he raced to the elevator pushing the down button, though he was never going to catch the other man.
He heard Nadine call out behind him, but didn’t pay her any mind.
What if he hadn’t been mistaken and it had been a reporter? Dear God! He and
Nadine plastered all over the tabloids, her dressed and looking like she’d just been fucked and him… Well, considering she was pressed up against him, it would be hard to
convince anyone that there was nothing going on.
Hanna. Oh Hanna. I am so sorry baby , he murmured to himself as he pressed the button for reception.
Taking a deep breath in, he slowly released it. First thing was first. He needed to get to the security office and see if that was indeed a reporter taking a picture of them. If it wasn’t someone taking a picture then it was all good. He could put the incident behind him and move on. But if it was… If it was then he was going to have to have a long talk with her. Maybe he could convince the hotel security to allow her to see the video. If she saw the video then she’d know nothing was going on.
But that still wouldn’t stop the pictures and gossip from circulating. It wouldn’t stop people from thinking he was cheating on Hanna. He groaned; he didn’t even want to think about the cruel headlines that would rise up out of this.
A rock star with two women fighting over him wouldn’t be all that out of the
ordinary, but for Hanna it would be hurtful. It might even be the final straw. No. He refused for that to happen.
Arriving at the first floor, he rushed to the reception desk and requested to speak with the manager. Within ten minutes he was in the security room having his fear confirmed.
It was a reporter. And that was a camera he heard clicking.
“Would you like us to call the police and you can file a report, Mr. Savage?” asked the hotel manager, a stout balding man who appeared to be in his late 50s.
Bo shook his head. “Not a fucking lot of good it would do me,” he growled with a little more anger than intended, making the hotel manager wince.
Tabloid reporters were like cockroaches – they were afraid of nothing and would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. A visit from the police was commonplace for them.
The picture would still be posted and the shitstorm the picture was going to cause would still happen.
Chapter 7
Hanna fingered the neck of the unopened wine bottle, contemplating whether she was going to open it or not. Her willpower was being tested, worse than ever at that moment.
She’d been having too much wine lately. She’d even gotten tipsy her first night with Bo.
She was walking a dangerous road.
It’s not worth it, she told herself, opening the door of the wine cooler and placing the bottle back inside. Drinking casually with Bo was one thing, but drinking alone to numb the feelings of uncertainty and anxiety within her was quite another and she knew it. It was a good part of the reason she’d spent six months trying to get herself back in control of her life. She wasn’t going back.
Feeling a small sense of pride for denying herself the wine, she moved from the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get ready for bed.
She was in the process of pulling one of Bo’s t-shirts over her head when she heard the front door opening. A smile crept onto her face, despite the foul mood she’d been in all evening.
“Hanna, babes. You home?”
Her grin widened. “Where else would I be,” she teased as she exited the bedroom wearing only his t-shirt with his name written across the front and a pair of black lace boy-short panties.
“Don’t know. Maybe you decided to leave me for Tyson,” he yelled back, his voice carrying a teasing note.
Laughing, she rolled her eyes as she raced down the winding staircase, her mood lifting when she noticed him at the bottom, smiling up at her, but despite his smile she could see worry in his eyes.
“What’s
He heard Nadine call out behind him, but didn’t pay her any mind.
What if he hadn’t been mistaken and it had been a reporter? Dear God! He and
Nadine plastered all over the tabloids, her dressed and looking like she’d just been fucked and him… Well, considering she was pressed up against him, it would be hard to
convince anyone that there was nothing going on.
Hanna. Oh Hanna. I am so sorry baby , he murmured to himself as he pressed the button for reception.
Taking a deep breath in, he slowly released it. First thing was first. He needed to get to the security office and see if that was indeed a reporter taking a picture of them. If it wasn’t someone taking a picture then it was all good. He could put the incident behind him and move on. But if it was… If it was then he was going to have to have a long talk with her. Maybe he could convince the hotel security to allow her to see the video. If she saw the video then she’d know nothing was going on.
But that still wouldn’t stop the pictures and gossip from circulating. It wouldn’t stop people from thinking he was cheating on Hanna. He groaned; he didn’t even want to think about the cruel headlines that would rise up out of this.
A rock star with two women fighting over him wouldn’t be all that out of the
ordinary, but for Hanna it would be hurtful. It might even be the final straw. No. He refused for that to happen.
Arriving at the first floor, he rushed to the reception desk and requested to speak with the manager. Within ten minutes he was in the security room having his fear confirmed.
It was a reporter. And that was a camera he heard clicking.
“Would you like us to call the police and you can file a report, Mr. Savage?” asked the hotel manager, a stout balding man who appeared to be in his late 50s.
Bo shook his head. “Not a fucking lot of good it would do me,” he growled with a little more anger than intended, making the hotel manager wince.
Tabloid reporters were like cockroaches – they were afraid of nothing and would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. A visit from the police was commonplace for them.
The picture would still be posted and the shitstorm the picture was going to cause would still happen.
Chapter 7
Hanna fingered the neck of the unopened wine bottle, contemplating whether she was going to open it or not. Her willpower was being tested, worse than ever at that moment.
She’d been having too much wine lately. She’d even gotten tipsy her first night with Bo.
She was walking a dangerous road.
It’s not worth it, she told herself, opening the door of the wine cooler and placing the bottle back inside. Drinking casually with Bo was one thing, but drinking alone to numb the feelings of uncertainty and anxiety within her was quite another and she knew it. It was a good part of the reason she’d spent six months trying to get herself back in control of her life. She wasn’t going back.
Feeling a small sense of pride for denying herself the wine, she moved from the kitchen and made her way upstairs to get ready for bed.
She was in the process of pulling one of Bo’s t-shirts over her head when she heard the front door opening. A smile crept onto her face, despite the foul mood she’d been in all evening.
“Hanna, babes. You home?”
Her grin widened. “Where else would I be,” she teased as she exited the bedroom wearing only his t-shirt with his name written across the front and a pair of black lace boy-short panties.
“Don’t know. Maybe you decided to leave me for Tyson,” he yelled back, his voice carrying a teasing note.
Laughing, she rolled her eyes as she raced down the winding staircase, her mood lifting when she noticed him at the bottom, smiling up at her, but despite his smile she could see worry in his eyes.
“What’s
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