Escorting the Actress (The Escort Collection Book 2) by Leigh James Page A
Authors: Leigh James
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gone downhill from there."
"Well… I'm sorry about your father. And I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"S'okay."
"Did he say anything else?"
I sighed. "No. But I don't think he's done with this yet. He sounded like he was thinking about what options he had. Which is unfortunate, 'cause he's a brilliant guy. So if he's thinking about ways to sabotage us, he'll probably come up with one sooner rather than later. And it'll probably be pretty good."
"Great," Lowell said. "That's just great." She took a swig of her beer. "Speaking of great, my mother called today too. She threatened to cut her trip short to come back and 'help' me. I talked her out of it, but I'm worried she's gonna pop up."
"Great."
"You can say that again. And again," Lo mumbled.
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O nly a handful of photographers were left at her house when we got back.
"Lindsay Lohan just got back in town," one of them explained, shrugging. "But we thought we'd wait for you guys."
I pushed thoughts of our parents aside and flashed him a megawatt smile. "You have excellent taste." I threw my arm around Lo and beamed. "I approve."
"How about that exclusive interview?" the other photographer asked.
"We'll make an announcement soon," Lo said. I looked at her in surprise, and she shrugged and mumbled, "I want to keep them on their toes."
We finally made it into the house, and I could tell Lo was tired.
"Do you want to do an exclusive interview?" I asked. I couldn't really picture her sitting down with Katie from XYZ and, er, spilling her guts . Again.
"I have to eventually. Gigi's apparently working on it. Lucas said he has to approve everything I say though. He wants a representative from the movie to be there."
I looked at her skeptically. "Don't you think you'll scowl during the interview?"
She scowled at me. "No."
"Don't you think they'll bait you? About mansplainers and all?"
She jutted out her chin. "I'm perfectly capable of handling the press, Kyle Richards. Kyle Richards who's only been in the spotlight for twenty-four hours."
"Okay," I said, not wanting to fight.
"Okay." It sounded as though she was forcing herself to drop it. "It's been a long day. I'm gonna take a shower. You want to watch TV afterward?" She almost sounded nervous, as if I might say no.
As if I would ever say no.
"Of course," I said. "Meet you on the couch in fifteen."
She came out in her sweats, with wet hair, and handed me a glass of wine. She sat on the couch, yawning. "I'm already bored. Nothing to do but starve."
"I refuse to let you starve. I know you don't want me to say it, but your body's perfect, Lo. Anyone who tells you otherwise should Photoshop themselves out of existence."
It looked as if her face was turning red, but I couldn't be sure.
"That's sweet," she said. "I just wish the rest of the world agreed with you."
"The rest of the world does agree with me—it's those freaking industry people who are insane. People love you because you're a great actress, and because you're funny and gorgeous."
She just looked at me, seeming confused. "That's... nice. I don't remember you being nice. You're kind of freaking me out."
"I can be nice," I said defensively. "I'm nice."
"You didn't use to be nice," she said.
I sighed and looked at her helplessly. "I already said I was sorry. And that I've grown up. Now let's just have some wine and relax for once."
She just looked at me. "Wine has too many empty calories."
"Fine. I'll drink wine and relax. You can sit there and scowl."
She scowled at me, and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Let's not worry about dieting right now—let's worry about the next couple of weeks. We should make plans," I said. "We should go to the gym together. Go to Jamba Juice. Hit a different hot spot every night. Work the reporters into a frenzy and make your agent and director happy."
"I'd actually love to just get out of here for a while. I haven't had this much time off in forever," Lo said wistfully. "Can we pretend to go on an exotic
"Well… I'm sorry about your father. And I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"S'okay."
"Did he say anything else?"
I sighed. "No. But I don't think he's done with this yet. He sounded like he was thinking about what options he had. Which is unfortunate, 'cause he's a brilliant guy. So if he's thinking about ways to sabotage us, he'll probably come up with one sooner rather than later. And it'll probably be pretty good."
"Great," Lowell said. "That's just great." She took a swig of her beer. "Speaking of great, my mother called today too. She threatened to cut her trip short to come back and 'help' me. I talked her out of it, but I'm worried she's gonna pop up."
"Great."
"You can say that again. And again," Lo mumbled.
----
O nly a handful of photographers were left at her house when we got back.
"Lindsay Lohan just got back in town," one of them explained, shrugging. "But we thought we'd wait for you guys."
I pushed thoughts of our parents aside and flashed him a megawatt smile. "You have excellent taste." I threw my arm around Lo and beamed. "I approve."
"How about that exclusive interview?" the other photographer asked.
"We'll make an announcement soon," Lo said. I looked at her in surprise, and she shrugged and mumbled, "I want to keep them on their toes."
We finally made it into the house, and I could tell Lo was tired.
"Do you want to do an exclusive interview?" I asked. I couldn't really picture her sitting down with Katie from XYZ and, er, spilling her guts . Again.
"I have to eventually. Gigi's apparently working on it. Lucas said he has to approve everything I say though. He wants a representative from the movie to be there."
I looked at her skeptically. "Don't you think you'll scowl during the interview?"
She scowled at me. "No."
"Don't you think they'll bait you? About mansplainers and all?"
She jutted out her chin. "I'm perfectly capable of handling the press, Kyle Richards. Kyle Richards who's only been in the spotlight for twenty-four hours."
"Okay," I said, not wanting to fight.
"Okay." It sounded as though she was forcing herself to drop it. "It's been a long day. I'm gonna take a shower. You want to watch TV afterward?" She almost sounded nervous, as if I might say no.
As if I would ever say no.
"Of course," I said. "Meet you on the couch in fifteen."
She came out in her sweats, with wet hair, and handed me a glass of wine. She sat on the couch, yawning. "I'm already bored. Nothing to do but starve."
"I refuse to let you starve. I know you don't want me to say it, but your body's perfect, Lo. Anyone who tells you otherwise should Photoshop themselves out of existence."
It looked as if her face was turning red, but I couldn't be sure.
"That's sweet," she said. "I just wish the rest of the world agreed with you."
"The rest of the world does agree with me—it's those freaking industry people who are insane. People love you because you're a great actress, and because you're funny and gorgeous."
She just looked at me, seeming confused. "That's... nice. I don't remember you being nice. You're kind of freaking me out."
"I can be nice," I said defensively. "I'm nice."
"You didn't use to be nice," she said.
I sighed and looked at her helplessly. "I already said I was sorry. And that I've grown up. Now let's just have some wine and relax for once."
She just looked at me. "Wine has too many empty calories."
"Fine. I'll drink wine and relax. You can sit there and scowl."
She scowled at me, and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Let's not worry about dieting right now—let's worry about the next couple of weeks. We should make plans," I said. "We should go to the gym together. Go to Jamba Juice. Hit a different hot spot every night. Work the reporters into a frenzy and make your agent and director happy."
"I'd actually love to just get out of here for a while. I haven't had this much time off in forever," Lo said wistfully. "Can we pretend to go on an exotic
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