Page 16 of Princes of Hollywood

“Chad’s.” I take it and set it to the side. I regard the Hollywood superstar sitting on my bed, rummaging in my hastily packed bag. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

He smirks. “Not until Monday. You’ll have my undivided attention until then.”

My cheeks burn as I pull out the last of my clothes. It’s not a lot. But it will be enough for a couple days. Then I can wait for Chad to go to work and sneak into the apartment to get the rest.

“Tell me, poppet, do you like sex?”

My mouth drops open and snaps shut. I never thought I’d have conversations like this with someone like Roarke. This job isn’t going to be easy.

“If you don’t want to talk about sex, we could go swimming.” Roarke’s blue eyes alight with mischief. “Either way we’ll get you nice and wet.”

I honestly don’t know what to say to this man. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”

My door is wide open, and Aiden pauses in the doorway on the way to his room, I assume. He leans against the door frame, looking effortlessly casual but imposing at the same time.

“Roarke, give the woman some space.”

Grinning, Roarke lies back on my bed. “I’m not touching my poppet. She has plenty of room to roam.”

Roarke’s blue eyes are heated when they meet mine, and he winks. “We were just discussing her inability to swim.”

“You can’t swim?” Aiden makes it sound like I have a rare, deadly disease.

I shrug, suddenly aware I’m in a bedroom with two actors who have both expressed an interest in me sexually. Life is strange. I grab the handful of bras and panties on the bed and shove them in a drawer.

“We need to fix that.” Aiden steps into my room. My heart slams against my rib cage. Roarke’s energy already keys me up, but add Aiden to the equation and my poor heart might explode from the effort.

Roarke sits up. “Just what I was thinking.”

“I don’t need to learn to swim.” Folding the last of my clothes, I add them to the dresser. Glancing at the now-empty bag, I say under my breath, “Fuck.”

Chapter 5

Irreplaceable

GREER

“What’s wrong?” Aiden walks up behind me. His warmth is enticing, but I ignore the attraction that I believed was one-sided. This job might be too complicated. But that didn’t stop me at any of my other homes. I’ll do what I can to make this work.

It’s worth it to get out of a bad situation. I’ve learned that over the years too.

“I didn’t grab my sneakers.” Sighing, I look down at the hot-pink flip-flops. I really don’t want to slap through their house all weekend while I wait for Chad to go to work on Monday. Besides, they start work Monday, and that means so do I.

“Hmm. Pretty sure Mason doesn’t want us to let you out of our sight.” Roarke grabs the hem of my T-shirt and tugs on it. “We could buy you some shoes.”

“No,” I say firmly. Never take money or presents from anyone. There’s always a catch. It gives them power over you. Always. “I have shoes. I just have to go to my apartment and get them.”

I don’t think I hid my wince well enough. Roarke heaves out a sigh and stands, towering over me.

“I have no choice but to escort you home, then.”

My gaze jumps up to his as my brain struggles to process what he’s saying. “What? No. No, you can’t come to my apartment. No.”

I can just imagine the pandemonium that would take place.

The fans and groupies would inevitably find him. Not to mention he’d see the dump I live in. It’s bad enough I look like a homeless waif in my current outfit, but for him to confirm that’s who I am…

He won’t want me after that. Maybe I don’t intend to do anything about this attraction (to any of them), but that doesn’t mean I want it to disappear in a poof of smoke.

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