by ZN Willett
He shook his head—the ass—and lifted me up as he carried me into the bedroom. He placed me gently on the bed before he crawled in. "I finished your book, Andria."
My heart stopped. Not just at his words, but at the sinister smirk splayed along his face. "The concept of an American woman meeting an Englishman in a bookstore was a good start. But how their interest for new and darker things brings them together," Andrew grinned wider. "How she's exploring her sexuality after a frigid failed marriage, and he's sharing a new lifestyle with her…well, that gave me a few ideas."
A chill ran through my body ending at the very tip of my toes. Was Andrew thinking what I was hoping? It didn't escape my mind that we had just fulfilled chapter twelve in my book a few minutes ago. "What kind of ideas Andrew?" My voice cracked and I knew it gave me away.
"I think it may be better if I show you."
Erin called to let me know that she had made it back safely—a day later. She didn't say goodbye, stating Andrew and I needed to talk.
"Tell him, Andria."
"I will! I just…I don't know. Every time I think this is a good time, the words won't come out of my mouth."
"You're making too big of a deal about this. Tell Andrew that he was the reason you wrote Deception, and get it over with."
"It's not that easy—"
"It is. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not sure." I thought for a moment. "I will, Erin. I'll tell him soon."
"I hope you do."
"When the time is right."
Keira decided to meet me at the airport to give Andrew and I some time to say goodbye. He postponed his trip back so that we could leave together the next day. She also called to warn us that something was going on in the hotel lobby. There were a lot of reporters, and people standing around; the hotel was hosting some kind of royal event that night. She suggested Andrew and I slip through the back entrance, and made arrangements with the hotel management to assist in our departure. Even though Andrew and I decided that it was time to take our relationship public, we both wanted to hold on to the time we had for just a little longer.
We rode to the airport together in a taxi driven by a distracted driver, but used the time to just hold each other. Eight days. It would only be eight days until I was back in his arms. Andrew and I were so consumed with each other that we never paid attention to where the driver was taking us. The moment he stopped, Andrew exited the car after kissing me, and hundreds of camera flashes went off. "What the hell?"
I looked out my window to see a slew of photographers awaiting our arrival. How could they have known? Then I looked at the taxi driver who hadn't looked up once. Well, isn't that a bitch.
Andrew leaned in looking at the driver. "Thanks asshole! Now, we know why you were too busy looking at your cell versus the road." Andrew looked over to me, and surprisingly didn't look pissed. "Well, Andria. Are you ready for this baby?"
I looked in Andrew's eyes, as flashes of our time together entered my mind: The Anchor. The beer stained blouse. Andrew's premier. Our first kiss. Our first date. Andrew in Baltimore. Andrew at my door in Dallas. Andrew making love to me. Meeting the parents. Seeing his face in the art gallery.
Everything flashed by quickly.
When I focused back on Andrew's eyes, there was no other answer than, "With you, I'm ready for anything."
He smiled, and stretched out his hand as I took it. We exited the car straight into the lion's den.
The End…
…I don’t think so.
"Hey Andria?" Keira yelled from the entrance of my suite. I heard the door close.
"Keira, in here."
She walked into the bedroom. "You have a visitor coming up?"
I stopped writing, and looked up confused. "Do you know who it is?"
She shrugged. "He said that he was a friend of Wade’s and was asked to stop by."
"Okay? It's weird that Wade hasn't mentioned anything to me."
"It probably just slipped his mind," she said exiting, and suddenly turned back around. "Oh, and that crowd of people who I saw in the lobby of our hotel in London—they weren't for that event like I had originally thought. They were paps and reporters looking for Andrew."
"How…"
"It was on the local news this morning. Apparently, your relationship has gone global. You may want to give your family a call," she said sympathetically.
"Thanks, I'll call—" There was a knock on the door. "Well, after I see what this guy wants."
I went to answer the door and was greeted by a tall slender man, with long brown messy hair who was snarling at me. "Is that how you answer the door?" he hissed out.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't ask, who was at the door. Did you even look through the peep-hole?" he asked, and crossed his tattooed arms.
I crossed mine. "Umm, who are you?"
"Exactly, Andria. I know who you are, but you don't know who I am."
What was this guy's problem? "Look, I have a lot of things to do, so, if you want to interrogate yourself…" He walked past me uninvited. "Hey! I don't care if you are so-called friends with Wade, I'm going to call security—"
He turned around with a Cheshire grin splayed on his face. "I am security," he said, as he stood staring me down.
"Whatever. Look, I'm going to make that call—"
"Go ahead. Like I said, I am security. Actually, I'm your security."
It was a standoff. I didn't know what to say next, and then I said, "I’m going to call Wade."
"You do that." He walked over and made himself comfortable on the sofa.
Wade picked up after the first ring. "Bonjour, Andria. How's Pareee?"
"Some guy is here and says he knows you."
"Do you mean Connor?"
I looked over at the man who was now snooping around the suite. "Is your name Connor?"
"You should have asked me that before opening the door."
Jerk.
"That's Connor," Wade laughed out. "He's your new bodyguard."
"What? I never asked for a Bodyguard."
"Andrew insisted."
"He what?" I yelled, as Keira now entered the room. "Andrew never told me this. Why do I need a bodyguard?"
"You said it all little one. Andrew. Your relationship is out."
I started pacing around the hotel room. "I know that Wade, but that doesn't explain why I need a bodyguard."
"Andrew wanted you to be protected 24/7."
"This guy is going to be with me all the time? Where is Andrew?"
Keira walked over to me, sitting down in the closest chair. "He's in the trailer going over his script."
"Thanks." I hung up and dialed Andrew.
His sexy voice came through. "What are you wearing?"
"Nothing that you're going to see if you don't explain why you hired a bodyguard and didn't tell me."
"Connor arrived then?"
To an incredible team of ladies who have supported me from the beginning: Connie, A.G., April, Ella, Tinsley, Deborah and Meredith. Along with my patient and talented editor, Donna.
I’m the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted, yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, I love anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time I had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When I decided to do something I was passionate about, I added my love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down I’m a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.
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