The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure by Terry Towers Page B

would argue that it came with being famous, but at the same time, did being famous mean they had to give up every single pinch of privacy? It was like they were fish in an aquarium.
    “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I never meant for this. I’m really sorry.” He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumbs and kissed her softly. “I’ll make this right. I promise.”
    She wished she could believe him, but he wasn’t a miracle worker. The press loved scandal and in this case, a scandal just fell into their laps.
    “I can get a copy of the security camera recordings. We let the press air them, it’ll show nothing happened.”
    “But it’ll show your manager making advances on you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Then it’s no better. It’ll plant the seed in the public’s heads about you – about us.
    You’ll still be on camera with your slut of a manager nearly naked and groping all over you.”
    “Well… I wouldn’t go so far as to say groping .”
    She cocked her head to the side and raised a brow at him. “You wouldn’t, huh?”
    He gave her a light squeeze and grinned. “Hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll blackmail us instead of publishing the photo.”
    “That was supposed to be funny?” Despite attempting to keep a stern expression, a smile crept onto her features.
    Bo shrugged, his grin widening. “Not even a little funny?”
    “Nope.”
    “Are you sure? Not even a little?” He poked her in the side, just below her breast, causing her to jerk back in his arms and giggle.
    “Stop it!” She batted his hands away from her sides, as he prepared a full-on assault.
    “You know I hate that! I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”
    He feigned innocence. “Stop what?” He poked her again, and she slid from his lap onto the sofa in an attempt to get away.
    “That!” She batted his hands away a second time, but he went in for the kill this time, a full-on assault of her sides with his torturous fingers. “Get away!” Laughing, she wiggled away from him, lost her balance and fell onto the floor. A soft "ooomph"
    sounded from her as her nearly bare bottom came in contact with the cool marble floor.
    “Bo! I’m serious!” She scrambled to her feet as he stood.
    He wiggled his fingers at her, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Your laughing tells me different, sweet cheeks.”
    “Sweet cheeks?” Laughing harder, she grabbed an ivory throw pillow from the sofa and tossed it at him. It hit him square on the chest and bounced off, landing on the floor at his feet.
    “Oh, now it’s on like Donkey Kong, baby!” He lunged for her, but she managed to avoid him.
    She rushed around the sofa, exited the living room and headed for the stairwell.
    “Gotta catch me first,” she called over her shoulder, not daring to look back for fear he’d catch up to her, not that that would be such a bad thing. Not at all.
    Bo caught her a third of the way up the staircase and scooped her up and into his arms. “Got ya.”
    Panting softly, she fingered his strong, square jaw with her index finger. Hanna’s eyes locked with his and as if by some force of magic the thought of the doppelganger, the paparazzi and her urges for a glass of wine evaporated. They’d gotten through a lot over the past month, this was only another roadblock, one they would worry about tomorrow; tonight would only be about them.

Chapter 8
    “Where’s she going?” Hanna asked Bo as he turned away from the realtor who was
    getting into her car preparing to leave, and made his way over to her.
    “Oh, I convinced her that since we only have a few more houses to look at here in Staten Island, and all of them are vacant, she might as well leave the keys with me and we’d see them at our leisure and return the keys to her when we’re done later this afternoon.”
    Planting a hand on her hip, Hanna gave her head a shake, her loose red curls swaying behind her. “And she agreed to that?”
    A wide grin spread across his face, causing