“No doubt Pierce made it harder too.” I laugh.
“Oy. I take offense to that,” the man in question pipes up. “I was up for thirteen hours with Mary. She wouldn’t sleep the entire flight.”
Charlotte drops a peck on his cheek. “I’m sorry, love. I can’t help that she’s a daddy’s girl.”
“If I hear one more song about watermelons, I might go crazy,” Pierce tells me.
“Watermelons?”
“When you have children, you’ll understand.” He waves me off. “How’s everything looking around here?”
Reaching around him, I grab a water from the bar.
“You on the clock tonight?” Pierce asks.
“Just for dinner. Figured an extra set of eyes can never hurt.”
“And is all well so far?”
Aside from the run-in with his sexy cousin?
Yes. But I don’t tell him that.
My lips quirk up in a smile. “So far, no paparazzi in town, but you know that could change in the blink of an eye. I have everyone on set shifts, rotating a few days out for rest.”
“Did you give everyone the shit shifts?” Pierce sips on his beer.
“You’re such a wanker. Just because you give people the shit shifts at the studio…”
“I do not!” He’s affronted at the accusation. “We’re not open late enough for shit shifts. These guys will be on all night.”
“If it means keeping the paps out, then so be it.”
Travel plans were kept under wraps, so it should be an easy few weeks. I’ve seen the jobs their London security team plays to keep them at bay.
Charlotte is a natural with the press. They eat her up, so they follow her everywhere they can. I’m thankful I’m only on duty for vacations. Working for them in London would be my only job.
And not something I’d want to do since Pierce is a friend.
Watching as more guests come downstairs for dinner, I’m momentarily distracted as a familiar blonde strides inside the restaurant. My eyes track her every move. All that blonde hair makes her look like an angel with the sun beaming inside.
As Layla spins on her heel, she notices us in the bar. Those blue eyes of hers trail over me. I sip my water, letting her take her fill.
When her gaze meets mine, I give her a cunning smile. She raises one brow in my direction before someone else grabs her attention.
Damn. This woman. I’ve met her for a grand total of ten minutes and I want to know more.
“Are you paying attention, mate?” Pierce snaps his fingers in front of my face.
“You were talking about singing watermelons?”
“What’s got your attention?” He looks around and soon Charlotte and Layla are at his side.
“Simon. Have you met our cousin Layla?” Charlotte introduces me to her again.
She looks more incredible than she did the other day. She’s wearing a black, V-neck dress that dips low. A gold necklace draws my eyes to the swell of her breasts.
Christ. How is this woman still single?
