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Gwen really was a lucky girl.
Drew put his bag over his shoulder and I followed him into the house. A tall blonde was just coming down the hall when we stepped into the kitchen.
Gwen in real life.
"Drew!" She squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "I missed you so much.” She kissed him on the lips then grabbed his hand to pull him into the next room.
"H-h-h-hold on," he said, pulling her to a stop, his tall frame towering over her. "I don't think you've met Kate yet."
I slipped a smile on my face, happy Drew would still acknowledge my presence even when he had his gorgeous girlfriend tugging him into another room.
Gwen stopped, turned around, and forced a smile on her burgundy lips.
"Gwen, this is Kate, my handler, though better known as one of my good friends. Kate, this is Gwen."
"Nice to meet you, Gwen," I said. "Drew has told me so much about you."
Though, come to think about it, he'd only mentioned her in short spurts with all the craziness of the past week.
But I figured he'd appreciate it if I covered for him. Plus, Alexis had been insistent about the importance of keeping Gwen happy. Happy girlfriend for Drew meant Drew would be happy and therefore much more willing to follow through with his promises.
"Wish I could say the same for you," Gwen said, a sour expression on her face. "Drew told me he got a new handler, but apparently, it wasn't important enough to say any more than that."
I considered back-tracking and telling her that I’d only been saying what I’d said before to be nice. But decided not to be that petty.
Drew had warned me that Gwen didn't make the best first impression…but really? This was absurd.
Drew mouthedI'm sorryfrom behind Gwen.
So I unruffled my feathers and decided to do away with the niceties and just get down to business.
"What would you guys like me to bring you for dinner?" I asked.
Yes, it was kind of ridiculous that they couldn't order their own food, but apparently it was not above delivery guys to sell out for a much bigger payday than their tip would ever give them.
"Oh, I don't know," Gwen said, tucking her arm in the crook of Drew's. "What do you feel like eating, Drewy?"
Drewy?
I had heard a lot of horrible pet names before, but this one was just terrible. Drew was not a Drewy. No way. That was the name for someone's whipping boy.
But Drew didn't seem to mind the term of endearment. Could he possibly like it?
"I could go for a pizza." Drew shrugged.
"Oh, you know I can't eat pizza this late. Carbs are a big no-no after six. Don't you remember?" Then she pinched his side as if checking for fat. Gwen looked to me. "Tell Drew he can't eat pizza this late in the day, or it will stick to him. And we can't have our bachelor getting chubby. His fans want to see his ripped abs."
"I'm sure Drew is more than capable of deciding what he will or will not eat," I said, the annoyance level surging even higher.
Gwen scrunched her nose, clearly not liking being stood up to. She turned her attention back to Drew. "How about we get something from that place we ordered from last time? They had the most amazing soup and salad."
"Adrianna's?" Drew guessed.
"Yes, that's the place."
Kate wrote the restaurant name at the top of her pad and drew a line under it.
"What would you like to order?" I asked.
