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“What?” he asked half an hour later before he reached the paparazzi.
“You’re amazing with your fans.”
“They made me who I am today. I owe them everything. Do you still think you have me all worked out?” Gazing at him, I couldn’t answer.
Chapter Eight
“You’re pretty good at handling the media,” Alex mused once we’d taken our seats inside the cinema. “You sure know how to put them in their place. I think that was the most effortless set of interviews I’ve ever had.”
“I have a love, hate relationship with them. I don’t mind being abrupt when they overstep their mark.”
“That’s a little like us.” I had to giggle at that. “You look really beautiful tonight, Nat.”
“Maybe you should keep your eyes on the stage instead of on me.” I smirked, brushing of his comment while we watched the director and main leads take the stage. I tried to collect my thoughts, butAlex Harbourhad just called mebeautiful.
So many people acknowledged Alex as they wandered past us. Some stopped to congratulate him on the song for the soundtrack. I, myself, was disappointed with the song. It had a more pop feel than rock. To me, it was like he’d sold out on this track. It wasn’t the real him.
My mouth fell open when Adam Rider came over and had a quick chat with us. He was ‘the’ Hollywood actor at the moment, and gazing up at him, I could see why. The man was almost as sexy as Alex, with his dark, almost black hair, deep chocolate eyes and sexy Irish accent. He wore a tux just as well, too.
“When are you going to take that jump into the film industry, Alex?” he asked, darting his eyes toward me.
“That’s never going to happen, Adam. Music is my love. We’ve had this conversation before.”
“And who is this? I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” Adam held my gaze, the same way Alex did the first time I met him. Celebrities of their caliber always had that effect on me, knocking me breathless with their beauty. It was a surreal moment to realize they were real people, not just a perfect face in a magazine or on TV.
“I…I…I’m Natasha White,” I stuttered, taking his hand when he offered it to me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Natasha,” he cooed, kissing the back of my hand. Hollywood actors…were they all this smooth? “I’m not used to seeing Alex with such a sophisticated woman.” Now I was blushing.
“Natasha is my new personal assistant.” Alex’s tone was sharp as he shot daggers at Adam. “You better take your seat, Adam. It looks like they’re going to start.”
“I need to find my date anyway. Good talking with you, Alex. Natasha.” Gracefully, he disappeared into the crowd in search of his seat.
“Wow,” I gasped, holding my chest. “I just metAdam Rider.”
“Are you a fan of his?” Alex didn’t seem that interested in my answer. He was busy playing with the arm of his chair.
“Who isn’t a fan of his? I heard he turned down the lead role in this film we’re seeing tonight.”
“I wouldn’t know, but I’m not sure Westerns are his thing anyway.”
“Do you see him a lot? Are you good friends with him?”
“Straight Lace, do you have a crush on Mr. Hollywood? I do know him pretty well. We jam together from time to time.” He couldn’t hide his smirk. “Most actors are womanizers, though, and Adam is no different. I wouldn’t get mixed up with him.”
“I’ve heard that about rock stars, too,” I quipped. “And you definitely live up to that.”
“Maybe you need to find a more reliable source. You really don’t know me well enough to make that judgment yet.” His lips were inches away from my neck as he whispered in my ear. It didn’t help that the lights dimmed just as he spoke, either. In the darkness of a crowded room, all I could feel was his soft breath against my skin.
“I know you well enough. I’ve seen you with countless women in the short time I’ve worked for you.”
“That may be true, but I don’t chase women. Haven’t you noticed they come to me?”
“That still makes you a womanizer.”
“Because I sleep with them?” He was amused with my response. “I enjoy sex. There’s nothing wrong with that. Our bodies were made for pleasure, and nothing feels better than skin against skin. Surely you know that.”
“I don’t understand one night stands. How can you feel connected?”
