Pizza My Heart 2 by Glenna Sinclair Read Free Book Online

didn’t know what I thought anymore. “I want to be here with you, Devon, but I really hate the paparazzi. There has to be something that can be done about them. They shouldn't harass you as badly as they do.”
    “Beat them at their own game,” he encouraged me. “Do the interview. Control your image. Chaz can take you under his wing for this.”
    “I don’t think Chaz likes me very much.”
    “He doesn’t like anyone. It keeps him honest.”
    “I’ll do the interview, then,” I said with a long sigh.
    The next day, Devon had to run errands and attend some professional commitments. I got dressed and was ready and waiting for Chaz when the agent let himself into the house. He came bearing coffee.
    “Glad to see Devon away at the things he’s supposed to be doing,” Chaz remarked by way of saying hello.
    “I guess,” I said, noncommittal.
    “You’re an enormous distraction to him,” he said. “I hope you know that.”
    Well, I did now. I didn’t know what to say to this brusque man. Devon promised me Chaz would grow on me. I didn’t see that happening at all.
    “Devon’s a grown man,” I said, deciding to take my stand. “He does whatever he wants. I don’t control him. And as much as you wish you did, neither do you.”
    Chaz studied me for a few long and uncomfortable moments. “Too much sass,” he decided. “You come off as bitchy instead of spunky.”
    “I’ll work on that,” I said.
    “Too much sarcasm.”
    He busied himself with unloading the coffee from the carrier, dropping his messenger bag on a chair pulled up to the countertop.
    “A skinny mocha frappe for you, no whip,” Chaz said, daintily handing over a slushy of coffee to me. “I thought this would be right up your alley.”
    “You think I need to lose weight,” I said flatly, accepting the beverage.
    “I think you could avoid being bloated on national television, yes,” he said. “Your weight is just fine, thankfully. You look like you take care of yourself.”
    “Thanks?” I said, unsure if it was a compliment. I didn’t really take care of myself. I just had a forgiving metabolism. But I figured Chaz didn’t need to know that. He already thought so little of me.
    “There’s really no time to waste, so let’s just skip the small talk and get right into it,” he said.
    I blinked, surprised. I hadn’t considered what we were doing to be small talk, but things were obviously very different in Hollywood. I was quick to figure that out.
    “Kelly’s an old friend of mine, so there won’t be any curveballs,” he said, sipping on his own caffeinated drink. I had to wonder if his was a skinny, too. “What we’re looking for is a fun puff piece. People—especially women—are going to be jealous of you because you’ve seemingly landed Devon Ray.”
    “The unattainable man,” I muttered.
    “Keep that sarcasm up and they really will hate you,” he warned. “I can see the social media posts now—backwater bitch doesn’t even appreciate she’s with Hollywood’s hottest leading man.”
    I blinked at him, shocked into silence.
    “What?” he asked, blinking back, taking another sip of his drink. “I think in 140 characters. Oh, are you offended at ‘bitch?’ You have to grow a thicker skin—immediately. If I’m going to make you cry, you might as well pack your bags and go back to wherever, Texas.”
    “It’s Dallas,” I informed him, but he ignored me.
    “What’s really going to matter is what you look like,” he continued. “That is what people will be most interested in—unless you fuck up and say something stupid, which you shouldn’t do because I just told you it would be a fuck up. Understand?”
    “Should I just smile and nod whenever she asks me anything?” I asked, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “Can you get her to only ask ‘yes’ questions? They might think I’m a bitch if I say no to anything.”
    Chaz didn’t look impressed. “We’re going to have to drain all of that