Page 40 of Marry Me…Maybe?
‘Yeah?’ he said, feeling his orgasm begin to build as they moved together.
‘I need to ask you a favour.’
‘Now?’ he groaned, barely able to concentrate on speaking, let alone process a request for his help.
She pushed hard against him, forcing him to stop moving. ‘I need a date for a thing on Thursday night. A film premiere. Will you go with me?’
It seemed like a perfectly reasonable request if it meant she would just start bloody moving again. ‘Yes. Fine. I’ll go with you,’ he said, the acceptance barely registering in his consciousness asshe relaxed her stance and allowed him to thrust hard into her again.
He would have done just about anything for her at that moment.
‘You didn’t mention the entire phalanx of the British press were going to be at this thing,’ Theo muttered into Emily’s ear as they walked away from the cab that had dropped them on the edge of Leicester Square and pushed their way through the thronging crowds to the cinema where the film premiere was being held.
‘Ah, it’s just a few reporters – they won’t bite,’ she said, attempting to brush his irritation away with her hand.
He stopped walking and folded his arms across his broad chest, giving her an angry frown. ‘You knew it was going to be this much of a zoo, didn’t you?’ he said coldly. ‘No wonder you asked me to come while you had me so distracted.’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever needed to ask you to come,’ she teased, straightening his tie with a slightly shaking hand and trying to ignore the sinking feeling of guilt in her stomach.
She knew she hadn’t exactly played fair, but he wouldn’t have said yes if she’d casually mentioned it over dinner, so she’d had to resort to using the only persuasive device she’d had available. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have even considered it, but this outing could be the difference between her keeping her spot on the show or sinking into obscurity.
Taking a step backwards, she gave him a complimentary up-and-down look. ‘You scrub up well, my lord.’
He continued to scowl at her and she flashed him a pleading grin back.
‘It’s just walking down a bit of red carpet, then watching a filmin a cinema that’s closed to the public, Theo. What can possibly be so terrible about that?’
He didn’t reply, just kept giving her that steely-eyed look of his.
She picked up his hand and squeezed it hard. ‘Look, it’ll be fine. Just walk next to me and don’t answer any questions if we get asked any. Let me handle it. Okay?’
She leaned forward and attempted to kiss the scowl off his face.
‘Theo?’ she murmured, pressing herself against him.
‘Yes. Fine,’ he said tersely. ‘But I want to make it clear that I’m not happy about this and it will never happen again.’
‘That much I gathered,’ she said, flashing him a wry grin as relief poured through her.
Tugging on his hand, she urged him to follow her towards the cordoned-off area that celebrity guests, cast and crew members had to walk through to join the beginning of the red carpet.
Leicester Square was alive tonight, with the hubbub of excitement coming from fans of the actors in the film as well as the usual throng of tourists that made the square one of the busiest in London.
She loved it.
The buzz of excitement that went with these kinds of events always thrilled her. She was a like a moth to a flame when it came to the bright lights of a public spectacle such as this. She’d always loved the adoration of strangers, not ever having had the adoration of a family to rely on, and she didn’t think she’d ever be able to give it up. Luckily her position as host of a show as popular asTreasure Trailhad kept her in the nation’s interest, but she was well aware that fame was a fickle mistress and could turn on her at any moment.
Hopefully that moment wouldn’t be for a very long time – if ever.
After showing their invitations to two burly-looking bouncersat the cordon, they were ushered through to the beginning of the plush red carpet synonymous with film and fame.
‘Okay – you ready?’ she said, giving him a look of what she hoped was persuasive positivity.
‘No. But let’s do this thing,’ he replied, the scowl still evident on his face.
They’d only walked a couple of paces down the almost blindingly brightly lit catwalk when a journalist called out to them to stop, and a wave of camera flashes went off in their faces.
She felt Theo’s hand tighten in hers and she gave it a reassuring squeeze back and led him over to the journalist who had called out to them, flashing the smile she was so famous for.
