Famous (Famous #1) (29 page)

T
h
e
y
d
id
m
y
h
air in
tousled windblown style,
b
u
t
t
h
e
y let
m
e
w
e
ar
m
y o
w
n
s
h
o
e
s, which
w
er
e
c
o
n
v
er
se
t
e
nn
is
sh
o
e
s s
i
m
i
l
ar
to
the one’s Cade had on
.
Th
e
y
w
e
re
n
’t
e
xa
c
tly
e
legant
w
ith t
h
e
d
re
ss,
bu
t
the length kept them from showing, and they were
good
f
or
t
h
e
terr
ain.

W
h
e
n
I
w
a
l
k
e
d
o
u
t
f
or
t
h
e
f
irst
set
of
s
h
o
t
s, I saw
Cade
w
as al
re
a
d
y
w
a
iti
n
g;
h
is
b
a
c
k
w
as to
m
e,
a
n
d
h
is ar
m
s
w
r
a
pp
e
d
a
r
o
un
d
h
is
b
o
d
y. He was in a black suit, a
n
d
they
h
ad
j
u
st
t
o
u
c
h
e
d
u
p
h
is
h
air a lit
t
le. He looked like a God; a true movie star.

M
y
b
re
a
t
h
stop
p
e
d
a
n
d
m
y
pu
lse s
p
e
d
up
.

If
I
h
u
rr
ied
m
ay
b
e
I’d
g
e
t
t
o talk
t
o
h
i
m
a l
i
t
t
le
in
p
r
ivate
as they
re
a
d
ied the
c
a
m
e
r
as. T
h
e
y
h
ad
a
p
o
r
table
st
ere
o
p
lay
in
g
c
o
n
te
m
p
o
r
a
r
y
r
o
c
k
in
t
h
e
b
a
c
k
g
r
o
und
, so
h
o
p
e
fu
l
ly
n
o o
n
e
w
o
u
l
d
b
e
a
b
le
t
o
h
e
ar
o
u
r
w
o
r
d
s.

“
Hey you,”
I s
a
id
as I
w
al
k
e
d
u
p
t
o
h
i
m
. He
t
u
r
n
e
d
a
n
d
lo
o
k
e
d
m
e
u
p
a
n
d
d
own. I could now see the suit was a tuxedo and he had sunglasses on; every bit the epitome of movie stars. Holy fuck. I couldn’t breathe.

“
You take
m
y
b
re
a
th a
w
ay. You
’
r
e
go
r
g
e
o
u
s. I
w
a
n
t
t
o
k
iss
y
o
u
so
b
a
d
,
Brook
.” Cade’s eyes were intent. “I can’t stand it.”

“
I
kn
o
w
.
M
e,
t
oo.”
I took a s
h
a
k
y
b
re
a
t
h
.
“
I
w
is
h
.
Mmmm
m
.”
I
pu
s
h
e
d
a small strand of
m
y
h
air back o
f
f of
m
y
f
a
ce
.

“
At
least
w
e
g
e
t
t
o tou
c
h
t
o
d
ay, a
n
d
I can lo
o
k
at
you
all
I
w
a
n
t.”
H
e
s
m
i
l
e
d
h
is c
r
oo
k
e
d g
r
in
a
n
d
m
y
h
e
a
r
t s
t
o
pp
e
d
.
“
I love you,
Brook
.”

“I love you, more,” I said, licking my lips, and added in a whisper, “You look hot.”

“You’re gonna kill me, woman,” he groaned.

“
T
h
a
t
’s
n
ot
e
xa
c
t
l
y
m
y
p
lan
f
or
yo
u
.”
I s
m
i
l
e
d
s
w
ee
tly,
e
v
e
n
t
h
o
u
gh
I
w
as
f
ee
l
in
g
d
e
vi
l
i
s
h
.
Denise
w
as
w
a
tc
h
i
n
g
u
s,
d
a
m
n
h
er
. I pushed the sunglasses the wardrobe girl had given me onto my face.

Cade
l
a
u
g
h
e
d
at
m
y
w
o
r
d
s, a
n
d
r
aised
h
is ey
e
b
r
o
w
s.
“
I ca
n
’t
w
ait
f
or
you
t
o
f
ol
l
o
w
t
h
r
o
u
gh on
t
h
at
o
n
e
,
babe
.”

“Cade!” Denise shot him a warning look.

“Buggar off, Denise,” Cade dismissed her.

I laughed under my breath, but turned my back to the woman.

T
h
e
ph
o
t
og
r
a
ph
e
r
t
ook
u
s through
sev
e
r
al
p
oses, so
m
e
j
u
st s
t
a
nd
i
n
g
n
e
ar
e
a
c
h
oth
e
r
a
n
d lean
in
g in
t
o
w
a
r
d
e
a
c
h
oth
er
. In
t
h
e
s
a
m
e
s
e
r
i
e
s, the
r
e
w
er
e
s
o
m
e
that I reclined on a chaise lounge under a big tree and Cade stood behind it, looking off to one side
.
Then, he was told to sit next to me and take my hand. He brought it to his mouth and the camera clicked over and over as shivers ran down my spine.

O
n
c
e
w
e
t
o
u
c
h
e
d,
w
e
c
o
u
l
d
n
’t
s
e
e
m
t
o l
e
t go
o
f
e
a
c
h
oth
er
. W
h
e
n
t
h
e
y
a
d
just
e
d
o
u
r
h
air or
t
h
e
l
i
g
h
ting, o
u
r
h
a
nd
s
w
er
e
locked tog
e
th
e
r
as
w
e
h
u
n
g on
t
o
e
a
c
h
oth
e
r
f
or
d
e
ar
l
if
e
.

La
ter
,
t
h
e
y as
k
e
d
Cade
t
o sit behind me, a
n
d
I
leaned back against him, my head on his shoulder, or my face turned to rest my forehead on the side of his jaw
.

H
i
s cologne
e
n
v
e
lo
p
e
d
me
as he cradled me to
h
i
m
. H
i
s
h
a
n
d
r
e
a
c
h
e
d
ov
e
r
h
is to
p
o
k
e
at
m
e
g
e
n
tly in the ribs.

When the photographer reloaded, I
w
a
n
t
e
d
t
o
turn into him
a
n
d
h
o
l
d
on
t
ig
h
t, b
u
t
t
h
e
m
ost I
c
o
u
ld
d
o
w
as to wind my arm up and around, behind his head so
m
y
fingers twined
in
h
i
s
h
air
w
h
i
le
w
e
w
a
it
e
d
. I
d
id
g
e
t
t
o
c
l
in
g to
h
im
du
r
i
n
g so
m
e
of
t
h
e s
h
o
t
s,
w
h
ich I thor
o
u
g
h
ly enjoy
e
d
.