“I would say we could go somewhere to eat, but I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“So weird that the whole world wants a piece of my boyfriend.”
He smirks as we walk to his car. “You sound proud of that.”
“I absolutely am.”
He opens my door and leans over for a long, lingering kiss that I feel down to my toes. Hey, he has the same moronic smile.
We drive back to his, and my face falls as we turn down his road. “Oh, God,” I breathe.
Spence groans. “Great, they know where I live.”
There are reporters outside his house, their cameras at the ready. Later, the world will see Spencer Lowe getting out of his car and going into his parents’ house.
How is that newsworthy?
People will eat it up, though. Women everywhere will swoon over him closing his car door and walking along a pathway. Not that I don’t find everything he does sexy, but even I have my limits.
They’re also going to see me.
“What are we going to do?” I ask.
He shrugs as if this is nothing. How long did it take him to get used to the invasion of privacy?
He’s still driving towards his house. Can’t we turn around and run away to somewhere remote? He’s rich. Can’t he buy a private island now?
Heart pounding, I grip the edge of the seat. “Maybe you should let me out here and I’ll go around the back.”
“It’s fine, Indie. I’ll park on the drive. Just walk to my house and don’t engage with them.”
They’ll have my picture. Someone will realise I’m the girl from the premiere. They’ll dig and find out about Mum and Dad.
Soon everyone is going to know.
My chest tightens.
“Babe, breathe. It’s fine.”
It is so not fine.
I bow my head as he pulls onto his driveway, the stones crunching underneath his big car. He parks sideways on, with my door facing the house, blocking me from being seen from the road. No one has come onto his property.
“Indie,” he says but I get out of the car. I face the house, my hair thankfully down, creating a shield when I bow my head. I’m so grateful that his car is tall.
I hear him behind me as I power walk to the house. I think he turns around to wave or something because people start to ask him questions, and someone else laughs.
The door is unlocked, so I let myself in and hide around the corner.
“Indie? Darling, how are you?” Jodie asks.
I blow out a breath. “I’m okay. It’s mad out there.”
“Yes, arrived a few minutes ago. Can you believe that? Andrew has already been looking online for a new house with walls and gates.”
“You’d move?”
She shrugs. “Probably not. I’m sure it’ll die down soon.”
I bet Spencer buys them a huge house as he earns more and more money. He’s always wanted to take care of his parents. As of right now, he’s spent very little besides his car and rent on the apartment in LA. We’ve never talked about money. I don’t care what’s in his bank account, but I bet it would make my eyes water.
I have a little over nine thousand pounds that I’ve been saving since I was fifteen. It’s towards a deposit on a house when I’m finished uni.
Maybe Spencer and I will end up buying a house together. I don’t even want to think about the arguments that will bring. He’s going to be able to buy it outright. I won’t be able to pay half straight up. He will say it doesn’t matter. It does.
Then we’ll have make up sex.
That part I’ll like.
“Do you want some breakfast? I’m making omelettes before I have to go to work.”
“Thanks, that sounds great.”
Jodie and I turn around as Spencer shuts the door. He shakes his head at me, but I know he’s not mad. “Could you have got inside any faster?”
“Those people are crazy.”
Jodie excuses herself, grinning at the both of us.
He steps closer until his toes touch mine. “You get used to it.”
“You might.”
The second I say the words, I realise how it sounds. If we’re going to work, I’ll have to get used to it, too.
“I just mean that I’m finding it hard. I don’t like people knowing my business.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Plenty of people in the public eye successfully keep their private life, private. Don’t worry about it. I’ll make it work; I promise.”
My heart aches at the plea in his voice. There’s terror in his eyes at the thought of this getting too much for me.
“I’m not going anywhere, but I don’t think I can be chatting with the paparazzi and putting myself out there.”
“That’s fine. I told you there are ways to keep you out of this, and there are. I’ve already spoken at length with Denny. He knows it’s important, and he’s on it, okay?”
“Do you have a big team of people? PR and that kind of stuff? People on Twitter ready to set the record straight as soon as someone posts crazy shit?”
His smile betrays him with a touch of embarrassment. “Yeah, I do. Not the last thing, though. That’s just weird.”
“They’ll be working on damage limitation when it all goes to your head and you start shoplifting.”
“Shoplifting? Indie, I’m loaded.”
I run my palms up his chest, and he shudders beneath me. “Well, I will not accept you snorting coke off a prostitute, so you will have to rob things. Celebrities do that, you know.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “No prostitutes, just robbing. Got it. Let’s get you fed before I take you upstairs.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “It’s been ages.”
“It’s not been twenty-four hours, but I’m with you. My parents are out after breakfast.”
“Eat fast, Spence.”
He chuckles and scoops me into his arms.
Yesterday is forgotten.
Thirty-Seven
Spencer
I’m breathless, lying with a naked Indie, caressing her smooth stomach. She feels like heaven. Every inch of her is incredible. I still can’t believe
