“Fuck!”
I barely register as a paper flutters to the floor. Frank’s the one to pick it up. He whistles under his breath.
“Boss, you better check this out. Looks like Ms. Gemma left on her own.”
“What the fuck?” I snatch the handwritten letter out of his hand.
Gabe,
Needed to do something. I’ll be back before we need to leave. No worries. I’m safe.
Gemma
Oh, fuck no.Rage builds within me. She’s gone too far this time. She’s about to learn just how far I can be pushed.
Chapter Seven
Gemma
If he wants to play, we’ll play, but I’m sure as hell going to up the ante. -Gemma
“I needed this! Oh my God, I so needed this!” I yell above the music. My body naturally moves of its own accord to the blaring music of the club.
“Me too, girl! Me too!” Lana Langston, one of my besties, yells back to me. Like me, she’s surrounded by people who have no idea who she is.
Here, in the middle of all these twenty-somethings, I finally feel like I can breathe. For the last month, I’ve been on edge. This constant tug to my bodyguard makes me feel like I’m going to combust at times.
Gabe.The man haunts my days and my nights. I can’t get away from him even in my dreams. Filthy, dirty dreams that involve stripping him out of that power suit that he always wears. It involves tracing his bare chest with my tongue, licking my way down his abdomen, taking his hard cock into…
“Drink! I need another drink!” Lana grabs my hand and I follow, shaking my head to stop the direction of my thoughts.
People continue to gyrate around us with no clue who I am or even who Lana is, even though she’s dating one of the most famous actors on Earth.
Okay, so I know you’re probably thinking by now, why the hell did this woman who is being stalked just take off from her own protection? Why did she take the risk?
Well, Lana is an amazing actress and she’s currently filming a new alien thriller that has an amazing makeup artist. Within an hour after sneaking out of my room and doing some stunt work that would make Tom Cruise proud, I arrived at her trailer on set. The makeup artist gave us new faces.
Instead of a spritely, blonde twenty-five-year-old, I’m now an older, more mature woman in her forties with a short, brunette haircut. I’m wearing glasses and a shade of pink lipstick that I would normally never pick. My cheeks are fuller and there are small wrinkles around my eyes.
Lana, instead of her signature pixie cut, has a long red wig on, and her wide brown eyes are now blue. She shimmies ahead ofme in her short, red dress and I giggle. It’s so nice being out like this.
“I think I’ll order us two beers! We look like beer women tonight, not the kind that order fancy wine!” I can barely hear her over the thumping beat of the music.
I snort. “This is not the kind of place that carries fancy wine, girlie!” I shout back.
She raises an eyebrow. “I know! Isn’t it great?”
I lose track of her for a moment at the bar. I’m shoved back into the crowd as she pushes through to place our order.
I fold my arms over my chest and think of Gabe. He’s probably losing his mind about now. Guilt swirls in my gut. I should be leaving for the airport soon. I glance down at my phone.Shit, we should probably get out of here like now.I only meant to aggravate Gabe a little, not completely lose sight of my responsibilities.
I try to stand higher in my high heels.Where did Lana go?Fuck.
Someone slaps me on the shoulder. “Hey beautiful, you look really familiar! Do I know you?”
My heart skips a beat and I turn around to see a guy that looks straight out of frat boy casting. He has a wide, drunk grin on his face as he leans in. The smell of the strong alcohol on his breath makes me rear back. “Come on, beautiful. I know I know you!”
Fuck.I suddenly feel exposed. Instead of the freedom I felt earlier, I feel boxed in. Sweaty bodies pressing against me, the heavy stage makeup feels like it’s starting to melt, and I can feel my breath coming in panicky gasps.Shit, I’m having a panic attack right in the middle of this crowd.
