quickly sprinted around to the other side. “Go and secure her trailer, Mal. If you see anything you really think she needs, bring it over. Otherwise, go home for the night. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little less eventful.”
He nodded and walked away, and I climbed into the car beside her and motioned for the driver to go. The guy knew the drill. Every night he took a different route back to the apartment. It wasn’t a great plan, but we also hadn’t spotted anyone following us either.
“If you pull another stunt again tomorrow, I’ll make sure you’re pulled from this movie,” I said matter-of-factly.
Evangeline gasped. “You can’t do that.”
I turned and faced her, my expression neutral. “I can and I will. If you insist on courting danger—“
“I had a guard with me,” she interrupted.
That was true—she hadn’t done anything that was genuinely foolish except not let me keep her as safe as I wanted—but that was irrelevant to me at the moment. “If you insist on courting danger, they’ll cut you loose. You’ll become a liability to them. If you get hurt on their time, on their set? They’ll be responsible.”
Her mouth moved to speak but no words came out. Then she finally looked out the window and muttered, “I should have called Sebastian.”
“Yup. You should have.” I waited before adding, “Why didn’t you?”
“Because making you miserable was more fun,” she said begrudgingly.
“Yeah. Look how that worked out for you.” And then it hit me. She was getting back at me for what had happened—for me rejecting her. “What’s the matter, Princess? No one ever reject you before?”
Her head snapped around, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Excuse me?”
“I guess all those pretty Hollywood types never tell you no.” I shrugged. “You shouldn’t take it personally. You’re just not my type.”
“You are unbelievable, you know that? I cannot believe the size of your ego! You think I did all these things because of a kiss?”
I shrugged again. “You know the saying...if it walks like a duck and all that.”
“It’s pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that I am your type, whether you want to admit it or not.” She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands in disgust. “Unreal. Un-freaking real.”
Unable to help myself, I leaned in close. Big mistake. Her perfume hit me hard, and everything in me ached to reach out and touch her, to breathe her in. I shook my head to clear it and focus. “I think it’s very real. I think you’re pissed because I’m not like the men you normally have around you. I’m not tripping over myself to be with you. I’m not panting after you. I was able to walk away from you.”
Before she could respond, we pulled up in front of her building. Luckily, she remembered the drill—she was not to get out of the car without me being there to open the door. I climbed out and took a minute to just take a couple of deep breaths.
In. Out. In. Out.
“Keep it together,” I muttered and walked around to her side of the car and pulled the door open.
Doing her best to ignore me, Evangeline stood and stepped aside while I closed the door. We walked to the entrance of the building where the doorman held the door for us and wished us a good evening. Ever since his little faux pas with the muffins, he’d been exceptionally attentive.
Too little, too late, but whatever.
We rode up in the elevator in silence.
At the door to her apartment, I unlocked it and let us in. She stood to the right of the inside of the door while I did a quick sweep of the apartment. “Clear,” I said and then watched as she stalked across the living room toward her bedroom. The loud slam of the door told me we weren’t going to be talking anymore tonight.
Fine. By. Me.
I was keyed up and paced the space. I was still fucking clueless. There was nothing out of place. There was no one around who shouldn’t be, and those who were, were quickly being eliminated as
He nodded and walked away, and I climbed into the car beside her and motioned for the driver to go. The guy knew the drill. Every night he took a different route back to the apartment. It wasn’t a great plan, but we also hadn’t spotted anyone following us either.
“If you pull another stunt again tomorrow, I’ll make sure you’re pulled from this movie,” I said matter-of-factly.
Evangeline gasped. “You can’t do that.”
I turned and faced her, my expression neutral. “I can and I will. If you insist on courting danger—“
“I had a guard with me,” she interrupted.
That was true—she hadn’t done anything that was genuinely foolish except not let me keep her as safe as I wanted—but that was irrelevant to me at the moment. “If you insist on courting danger, they’ll cut you loose. You’ll become a liability to them. If you get hurt on their time, on their set? They’ll be responsible.”
Her mouth moved to speak but no words came out. Then she finally looked out the window and muttered, “I should have called Sebastian.”
“Yup. You should have.” I waited before adding, “Why didn’t you?”
“Because making you miserable was more fun,” she said begrudgingly.
“Yeah. Look how that worked out for you.” And then it hit me. She was getting back at me for what had happened—for me rejecting her. “What’s the matter, Princess? No one ever reject you before?”
Her head snapped around, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Excuse me?”
“I guess all those pretty Hollywood types never tell you no.” I shrugged. “You shouldn’t take it personally. You’re just not my type.”
“You are unbelievable, you know that? I cannot believe the size of your ego! You think I did all these things because of a kiss?”
I shrugged again. “You know the saying...if it walks like a duck and all that.”
“It’s pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that I am your type, whether you want to admit it or not.” She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands in disgust. “Unreal. Un-freaking real.”
Unable to help myself, I leaned in close. Big mistake. Her perfume hit me hard, and everything in me ached to reach out and touch her, to breathe her in. I shook my head to clear it and focus. “I think it’s very real. I think you’re pissed because I’m not like the men you normally have around you. I’m not tripping over myself to be with you. I’m not panting after you. I was able to walk away from you.”
Before she could respond, we pulled up in front of her building. Luckily, she remembered the drill—she was not to get out of the car without me being there to open the door. I climbed out and took a minute to just take a couple of deep breaths.
In. Out. In. Out.
“Keep it together,” I muttered and walked around to her side of the car and pulled the door open.
Doing her best to ignore me, Evangeline stood and stepped aside while I closed the door. We walked to the entrance of the building where the doorman held the door for us and wished us a good evening. Ever since his little faux pas with the muffins, he’d been exceptionally attentive.
Too little, too late, but whatever.
We rode up in the elevator in silence.
At the door to her apartment, I unlocked it and let us in. She stood to the right of the inside of the door while I did a quick sweep of the apartment. “Clear,” I said and then watched as she stalked across the living room toward her bedroom. The loud slam of the door told me we weren’t going to be talking anymore tonight.
Fine. By. Me.
I was keyed up and paced the space. I was still fucking clueless. There was nothing out of place. There was no one around who shouldn’t be, and those who were, were quickly being eliminated as
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