Contracted For Love: Famous Love Series by Tracey Pedersen Page B

to it.”
    “I don’t know if I want to get used to it.”

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Charlotte stretched out in the bed as the sun streamed into the room. It was bright and warm; they’d forgotten to close the curtains last night.
    Too busy being awkward with each other.
    She rolled over to look at Jack, and a shiver passed across her skin as she found him awake and watching her.
    “Hey,” she said, trying not to feel shy under his gaze.
    “Morning. What would you like to do today?”
    “Visit the Eiffel Tower, of course. What else?”
    He laughed and rolled to face her. They were just inches apart and the air was suddenly charged with more than the dust particles floating in the sunlight. “Of course, you go straight for the obvious attraction.”
    “I like an obvious attraction.” Silence descended on them once the words left her lips. She stared at him, so close that she could just move forward and kiss…
    “Time to go, then,” he announced, breaking the spell as he pushed back the covers and disappeared into the bathroom. As the door closed behind him, Charlotte flopped onto the fluffy pillows and covered her face with her hands.
    What the hell am I doing? Why am I flirting with him? He’s not remotely into me.
    After throwing off the covers, she went to the drawers to take out some clothes. She’d been fascinated with watching Jack unpack his items into the drawers the night before. Normally, she’d live straight from her suitcase, since they’d be there for just for a week, but he’d informed her that would not do. She’d chuckled as she’d unpacked her few items into the dresser. It had hardly seemed worth the effort, but at least she knew why Jack’s suitcase was so big, now: he appeared to have brought along every item of clothing he owned.
    At least I’ll have a comfy shirt to steal, if I want one later.
    She dressed and was standing at the window, admiring the landmarks, when Jack appeared from the bathroom. He’d dressed in there, a detail not lost on Charlotte. He seemed to be hiding his bare chest from her.
    Interesting.
    “At least we’re a good match in the shower.” Her eyes widened and he gave an awkward laugh as she smirked at him. “I meant we shower at different times, so we’re well matched for one bathroom.” He rolled his eyes at himself and crossed to the door at the sound of a quiet tap. Room service had arrived.
    “How?” Charlotte asked. “We didn’t even order, yet.”
    “I ordered last night. I wanted to get an early start this morning, before the crowds arrived.”
    She watched, as the various plates were uncovered, revealing all her favourite breakfast foods. Charlotte glanced at Jack, but he was busy helping himself to eggs and bacon and avoiding her eyes. She loaded up with yoghurt and fresh berries and took a seat opposite him at the table. “Why do we want to avoid the crowds? Isn’t that part of the magic of Paris?”
    “Maybe when you’re not famous. When you’re me, it’s not really a plus.”
    “Do you ever just go out like a normal person? Relax and decide to enjoy a place, even though you’ll be recognised?”
    “No. Why?”
    “Honestly? I understand what you’re saying, but it makes you sound like a pompous asshole.” She said conversationally as she chewed on a fat strawberry.
    “It does?” Jack’s eyebrows rose and he sighed as he finally pulled his eyes away from the newspaper he was reading. “What do you suggest? Letting strangers maul me at every turn? Days of our vacation spent with fans, signing autographs, and asking them about their mothers? Newspaper write-ups about every burger that passes my lips? Perhaps we’ll be invited home to someone’s house for tea?” His sarcastic tone had her frowning into her yoghurt.
    “Maybe we will. Imagine how thrilled that person would be? They’d tell all their friends that they met you and that you were lovely.” She paused and rolled her eyes, “Well, they’ll say I’m lovely;