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from him. “I’m just paying you back for ditching me at that party last night without listening to my explanation.” I writhe once more on top of his growing erection, then stand up.
    “Shit, you’re not nice,” he complains, dragging a hand through his thick hair and adjusting the front of his jeans.
    “Well, yo u weren’t either. Are we good?”
    He takes my hands and pulls me back down onto his lap, “Yeah, we’re good.” Drew kisses me tenderly one last time.
    “Do you really want to tell the media about us? I will if you want to, but I don’t think it’s a good idea, at all.”
    He sighs and runs a finger down my cheek. “No, I don’t know why I said that.” I can tell he’s lying but I let it go for now. I don’t want to have that conversation right now. Or ever.
    “Should we have Rhys release a statement about the pictures?”
    “No. Let’s continue not giving a fuck what anyone thinks. It’s easier that way,” He gives me a smile that doesn’t quite seem genuine.
    “I agree.”
    Even though we agree to keep our engagement a secret, I still think he’d be happier if the world knew, or rather, if Adam Reynolds knew.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    I hop out of the cab on West 37 th Street in front of the building that houses Allen Deconstruction. I haven’t been here in a while and not at all since everyone here found out about my famous parents and my relationship with ‘Andrew Forrester, movie star’.
    I’m not looking forward to it, but I have to see the fabric samples in person and there’s too many to have messengered to my loft. Plus, several sample furniture pieces have been shipped for me to see and I can’t exactly have couches brought to me for approval.
    I hear the cab door behind me slam shut and cringe. Evan is joining me on this little adventure today, which promises to make it even more embarrassing than it would have been if it were just me traipsing through the office.
    Drew had Bruce drive him to his early meeting in Brooklyn this morning, not realizing that I was planning on coming to the office today. He only accepted the fact that I was safe taking a taxi after I promised to bring one of the guys with me. That was one conversation I was glad to have on the phone with him and not in person, that way he couldn’t see all of the eye rolling that was going on while he ranted about needing Bruce to drive me everywhere.
    We enter the cool office building, a welcome change to the oppressive August heat and head for the elevators. When we exit on the 5 th floor, I greet Kimberly with a hug. She’s been the receptionist here for as long as I can remember and is one of the few people that knew who I was these last few years.
    “Bethany is waiting for you in the back storeroom. The new shipments are back there,” she says with a big smile.
    “Thanks Kimberly. How’s your mom been?” Her mom has been pretty sick the last couple of years, in and out of the hospital with emphysema. Knowing the tough times she’s been through makes my problems with the paparazzi seem so trivial.
    “She ’s doing really well right now. My brother has been helping by hiring a housekeeper for her so she’s in heaven.”
    I sm ile at her mom’s idea of heaven. “I’m glad she’s home.”
    “Thanks Sydney .” I see her eyes flick over my shoulder and her grin fades.
    Evan.
    “Sorry. Kimberly, this is Evan. He’s my uh, protection,” I say in an irritated voice. I look back and see that Evan is standing there with his giant, tattooed arms crossed and his usual menacing look on his face.
    “Hi,” she whispers meekly.
    I shake my head and walk through the office area and toward the storage room, Evan trailing close behind. We cross a room containing six large desks staffed by various assistants. Every person turns to stare and every conversation stops.
    Well, this isn’t awkward or anything.
    I duck my head and walk faster, anything to get away as quickly as possible from the curious eyes