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“Bitch,” he grinned, tossing his long blonde hair behind his shoulders. “I will get the truth out of you.”EvenIdidn’t know what the truth was, but I had to admit that since I’d arrived, David hadn’t crossed my mind that much. Did Alex have something to do with that?
Gazing at myself in the mirror, I hardly recognized the glamorous woman looking back at me. Against my better judgment, I’d decided to wear the Armani dress that Alex had bought me a few weeks ago. Fitting in at this premiere was important to me, even if the dress wasn’t my usual style. I hated to admit that the man had taste, though. The dress was short, but it didn’t cling around my butt like it had in the changing room. That was probably because I spent an hour stretching it. Diego had put my hair up into an elegant bun, as well as doing my makeup and giving me a pair of beautiful, strapless silver stilettos to complete the outfit.
“Come on, hot cheeks,” Diego called from my bedroom door. “Shane is waiting in the limo.”Limo?Did Alex have a spare limo in the garage?
“We’re going in a limo?” I asked, picking up my silver clutch.
“It’s a premiere, Darling. What did you expect?” Shaking his head at me, he put his hand in mine. “I can’t wait for Alex to catch a glimpse of you. You look stunning tonight, even if you didn’t let me style your hair down.”
“I don’t wear my hair down when I’m working.” I’d protested that fact earlier, as well. “Don’t walk so fast. I’ll fall over.”
“Girl, you need to wear heels more often, and this won’t feel like working tonight, trust me.” I ended up taking my heels off because he wouldn’t slow down. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I was too focused on putting my shoes back on to notice Alex making his way toward me. Lifting my head once I was done, my breath hitched at the sight of him. He’d looked nice in his dark blue Dior suit when he tried it on, but now that it was fitted, he looked good enough to eat. I hadn’t seen him this clean cut before. He was clean-shaven, and his hair was more styled than usual.
“Wow, that dress… You look…beautiful.” He seemed a little lost for words as his eyes roamed my body from head to toe. I was fighting the drool that wanted to dribble down my chin. Jesus, his muscles were straining in that suit. It looked good with the white shirt, too. The top three buttons were undone.
“No tie?” I questioned. It was the first thing that came to my mind as I gazed at him.
“I don’t do ties.” I knew that. “I don’t do suits that often, either.”
“You should. You look good in them.” His eyes widened. Shit. I’d just given him a compliment. What was I thinking?
“Careful, Straight Lace, I’m starting to think you might like me,” he winked, running his hands through his hair.
“I do like you, just not inthatway.” Grinning, I turned to follow Diego, who had already started to walk away. His outfit was pretty tame tonight. He’d gone for a white suit, a sparkling pink shirt, and pink strappy heels.
“Oh, well that’s progress at least. I thought you still hated me.”
“I’ve never hated you.”
“Not even the first time we met?”
“Come on you two. We’re already late!” Diego called from the front door.
“After you,” Alex gestured, holding his arm out. I moved, holding in a groan when I felt his hand press softly against the small of my back. With his skin touching mine, I couldn’t deny the fire that soared through my body.
“That was very gentlemanly of you, ” I grinned as he joined me in the limo.
“I’m always a gentleman.” I scoffed at his response while we watched Diego slide gracefully next to me.
“No skinny trousers tonight then?” Alex smirked, looking at him.
“Why? Do you prefer me in those? I can change if you want to look at my ass all night.”
“Fucker!” Alex glared. I snorted, watching Diego stick his tongue out at him.
I’d seen events like this on television, but it was nothing compared to the reality of how vast everything was. We were dropped off at the top of the red carpet, which looked a mile long.
“Do you have extra sharpies in your bag?” Alex asked before we both got out.
“Yes, and you’ll have press to talk to halfway down the red carpet after the photo op. I had a long chat with Grace this morning. She’s the media organizer tonight.”
“You did do your research.”
“It helps to be organized sometimes.” Alex nodded, giving me a warm smile.
The noise around us was deafening. Everywhere I looked in the crowd, someone was calling Alex’s name. Watching him with his fans felt surreal. Fifteen years ago, I’d been behind that barrier calling out his name just for a single glimpse of him. Things had definitely changed since then. Here I was today, on the red carpet, aiding him as he greeted the crowds.
“Alex, will you sign my shirt? Alex, can I take a photo with you? Alex, I fucking love you! Alex, sign my tits.” I couldn’t keep up with all their requests, but watching as he made sure they all got something from him—whether it be a smile in their direction, a handshake, or a signature—took my breath away.
