She didn’t lift her head from the headrest as she gave it a lazy scan. “So roomy. Very practical. Bet it makes moving a breeze.” The engine roared as I put it into drive, and she had to raise her voice. “And so quiet.”
I chuckled since the luxury vehicle wasn’t made for anything more than being flashy as it got me from point A to point B. “I’ve got the G-Wagon for functionality and the Rolls-Royce for practicality. This one is just for fun.”
“I haven’t seen the Rolls-Royce.”
“My driver keeps it.”
“Your driver. Of course.” She rolled her head to look at me through exhausted eyes. “I sometimes forget that you’re a big star.”
I reared back.
Even before I was a star in my own right, I was the son of one. I’d always had money that people tried to grift from me. Power they wanted to wield. Perks and benefits they wanted to utilize.
I wasn’t sure anyone had ever forgotten that.
I wasn’t sure they’d ever viewed me as anything beyond that.
Yet my own employee did.
She scrunched her pretty face. “Did that come out wrong? I swear, I didn’t mean it as an insult?—”
“It didn’t.” If anything, it was a helluva compliment.
She settled back and remained silent for a few minutes. I thought she was asleep until she muttered, “I didn’t think it was physically possible for a car like this to go so slow, Granny.”
To be fair, I didn’t think so, either. I wasn’t reckless with my driving—I didn’t need dashcam footage or a mugshot plastered all over—but I usually kept the pace and defensive maneuvering LA traffic demanded.
With Greer in the car, though, I was being cautious.
I chuckled, but I wasn’t sure she heard.
Despite the loud engine, she was asleep.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MAYBE THERE’S SOME TRUTH TO THE RUMOR THAT THE B-LISTER AND HIS CO-STAR ARE MORE THAN FICTIONAL EXES.
GREER
“Wake up, siren.”
I blinked a few times, my vision focusing in the dim car lighting to see Tripp hovering above me.
Tripp Carter.
My boss.
World famous actor.
And certified eater.
I can’t believe I did that.
Wedid that.
I might’ve been surprised by how the night had gone, but I didn’t regret it. Not even a little. Maybe that would change when I was awake enough to think, but right then, I was too relaxed to care.
At least I was until I looked around Tripp and didn’t see my building.
