curb and opened her door to let us out.
“I look like I’m going to a business dinner,” she remarked as I got out of the car behind her.
“No, you look fine,” I assured her.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll go along with your date,” she said. I wasn’t sure where the confrontational attitude was coming from, but it presented a welcome challenge.
“No, I’m saying it because you’re beautiful, and no matter what you wear, you are a model of feminine perfection,” I told her.
She squeezed my arm. “Not quite as poetic as I remember you being in high school, but that was still pretty good,” she whispered.
As we approached the door, I caught the flash of a camera. Then, suddenly, a couple of other cameras flashed around us. We weren’t exactly surrounded, but several photographers came out of nowhere. I heard one of them trying to ask questions about what we were doing out together.
“What is this?” Brooke asked me, repulsed by the scene.
“News of my injury must have gotten out. Add that to the fact that I called and made reservations, and you’ve got paparazzi waiting to ambush us. I’m sorry. Just stick with me and don’t say anything.” I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from the cameras and protectively taking her under my wing.
I wanted them to get some pictures of her. I wanted there to be some speculation in the papers and tabloids. That was the whole point of having an arrangement to put a steady chick on my arm. But at the same time, I wanted to keep her hidden away from the vultures as much as possible. She was more than just a pretty face, hot legs, and a nice ass.
If she had been just another woman, I would have thrown my arm around her waist to pose for a few shots. Then again, that was the kind of stunt that had our team in the predicament we were in with the new owner. The images of this new interest, however, would show that I was more serious about her by showing how protective I was being over her. Unfortunately, the paparazzi were a fact of my life that she had to look forward to nearly every time we went out. At least during football season. Or whenever there was additional news surrounding me, like a possibly career-threatening injury.
Luckily, Brooke seemed like the kind of woman who would rise to the occasion and use the attention for her own benefit as well, showing her father and other important business partners how serious we were and how photogenic she could be.
We pushed through the crowd gathering around the photographers. I opened the door to the restaurant and held it to let her in before letting it close behind me.
“Mr. Hall,” a young man said, greeting us as we entered the restaurant.
“Yeah, whoever told them we were going to be here…” I started, shaking my head. I was going to suggest that they needed to be fired for tipping off the self-proclaimed reporters outside, but I knew that was a bit much.
“I understand, and I do apologize.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s just one of those annoyances that come with the job, you know? I just hope they got something for their efforts,” I said, putting on a friendly smile as we were shown to our table.
Chapter Thirteen
Brooke
Something had changed since the previous night. Jake didn’t seem as physical all of a sudden. He seemed to be taking our arrangement more seriously, and, beyond that, he seemed to be taking us more seriously. I wasn’t sure if it was just the after effects of the sex or if he really was being genuine. When he rushed me out of view of the photographers who stormed us as we entered the restaurant, I definitely noticed the change in his demeanor. He had come to me looking for a girlfriend to impress his boss with a more positive image, and when the time came for someone to notice that image, he moved to protect me from it.
I figured if I was going to be the wife of a professional
“I look like I’m going to a business dinner,” she remarked as I got out of the car behind her.
“No, you look fine,” I assured her.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll go along with your date,” she said. I wasn’t sure where the confrontational attitude was coming from, but it presented a welcome challenge.
“No, I’m saying it because you’re beautiful, and no matter what you wear, you are a model of feminine perfection,” I told her.
She squeezed my arm. “Not quite as poetic as I remember you being in high school, but that was still pretty good,” she whispered.
As we approached the door, I caught the flash of a camera. Then, suddenly, a couple of other cameras flashed around us. We weren’t exactly surrounded, but several photographers came out of nowhere. I heard one of them trying to ask questions about what we were doing out together.
“What is this?” Brooke asked me, repulsed by the scene.
“News of my injury must have gotten out. Add that to the fact that I called and made reservations, and you’ve got paparazzi waiting to ambush us. I’m sorry. Just stick with me and don’t say anything.” I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from the cameras and protectively taking her under my wing.
I wanted them to get some pictures of her. I wanted there to be some speculation in the papers and tabloids. That was the whole point of having an arrangement to put a steady chick on my arm. But at the same time, I wanted to keep her hidden away from the vultures as much as possible. She was more than just a pretty face, hot legs, and a nice ass.
If she had been just another woman, I would have thrown my arm around her waist to pose for a few shots. Then again, that was the kind of stunt that had our team in the predicament we were in with the new owner. The images of this new interest, however, would show that I was more serious about her by showing how protective I was being over her. Unfortunately, the paparazzi were a fact of my life that she had to look forward to nearly every time we went out. At least during football season. Or whenever there was additional news surrounding me, like a possibly career-threatening injury.
Luckily, Brooke seemed like the kind of woman who would rise to the occasion and use the attention for her own benefit as well, showing her father and other important business partners how serious we were and how photogenic she could be.
We pushed through the crowd gathering around the photographers. I opened the door to the restaurant and held it to let her in before letting it close behind me.
“Mr. Hall,” a young man said, greeting us as we entered the restaurant.
“Yeah, whoever told them we were going to be here…” I started, shaking my head. I was going to suggest that they needed to be fired for tipping off the self-proclaimed reporters outside, but I knew that was a bit much.
“I understand, and I do apologize.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s just one of those annoyances that come with the job, you know? I just hope they got something for their efforts,” I said, putting on a friendly smile as we were shown to our table.
Chapter Thirteen
Brooke
Something had changed since the previous night. Jake didn’t seem as physical all of a sudden. He seemed to be taking our arrangement more seriously, and, beyond that, he seemed to be taking us more seriously. I wasn’t sure if it was just the after effects of the sex or if he really was being genuine. When he rushed me out of view of the photographers who stormed us as we entered the restaurant, I definitely noticed the change in his demeanor. He had come to me looking for a girlfriend to impress his boss with a more positive image, and when the time came for someone to notice that image, he moved to protect me from it.
I figured if I was going to be the wife of a professional
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