I sigh. “Are you going to milk that for long?”
“Likely!”
Finally,after endless fun quips and banter, we land at Santa Monica’s airport in LA. A limo is waiting, and as the stairs drop down, he gives me a look. “Come on.” As we walk to the limo, I am about to ask our plan for the day. That’s when he stops.
“I want to make a deal.”
“That being?” I ask, distracted with the private Hollywood jets around us.
“I need you tonight.”
“You have such bad social skills.”
“Likely,” he says, giving zero fucks.
“You’re also bad with dating and coming on to people. You really need some polish.”
“What? No!”
“So, you just want sex?” I ask, hands on my hips, maybe okay with it.
“Yes, well, hang on, no, what? I need to attend a gala.”
“So, you want me to cater?” I ask, confused. “No way, I need more time to prepare?—”
“No, I need a date.”
“What?”
There is silence.
“Well, less of a date, more of a, come as my… friend. Friendly person. Okay, as a date.”
We share a loaded look.
“Right… And what kind of gala are you talking about? I traveled light. Us stowaways do.”
Harry has trouble keeping his cold and bossy veneer. Finally, he loses it and shakes his head with a smile. “Kind of funny.”
I smile and bash his huge arm. “Thanks, that was scary back there, especially the stow-kidnap felon charge situ.”
“My pleasure, and it’s not over yet! Charges may still apply,” he says.
“What?” I huff.
“I’m kidding. Anyway, I have a meeting at a movie studio now. Then we need to get you some clothes,” he says, looking me up and down.
“I look fine,” I say, pouting in my black leather pants, black T-shirt, and white Converse, again.
“It’s a gala, dear. A gala! You know. Diamonds. Gowns, black ties. And suits.”
I gulp.
Ninety minutes later,Harry and I are in the back of his rented limo, and he has three more movie screenplays. He also has two more media projects.
We drink sparkling water, and I’ve just walked along Melrose. It was spectacular. I adored all the cool fashion boutiques. After buying some clothes, I feel better. Also, excited.
As the limo turns, I see a street sign. It says Rodeo Drive, and I stareout, my eyes big.
