Page 40 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
I finally start to release my hold on him. I need to get it together. I can’t be acting like some smitten fangirl just because he demonstrated empathy in my moment of need.
I back away just as Lewis’s phone vibrates.
The hint of a scowl flashes across his face as he looks at the screen. “It’s my agent.”
“I’ll give you some privacy,” I say as I walk off to the kitchen while Lewis answers the call.
“Hey, Trent. What’s up?”
“Lewis, my man! How’re you holding up?”
I wince as I peer inside the fridge for a snack. Man, Lewis’s agent is boisterous as hell.
“Doing good, I hope? I just wanted to update you on how things are looking for you, superstar.”
Even as I warm up leftoverpansitin the microwave, I can hear almost every word his agent says, about how Lewis is getting loads of inquiries around his availability and whereabouts.
“You’ve been getting offers left and right, my man. Interviews with every major entertainment news outlet and gossip site. You’ve even got an offer to be the featured centerfold in the bad boy issue ofHottiesmagazine.Hotties!You know what that means, right? You’re hot! H-O-T hot!”
I almost choke on a bite ofpansit. I really shouldn’t be eavesdropping. But is it really eavesdropping if his agent’s voice is as loud as a stereo speaker?
Lewis makes no attempt to turn away or make it seem like this is a private conversation. He stays standing in the living room just a handful of feet away from me, his expression a mix between unamused and annoyed.
“That’s all quite riveting,” Lewis mutters. “I’m not really interested in doing any of that, though.” He scrubs a hand over his face, and his gaze turns focused. “But I mean, engaging a bit maybe wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world at this point. Maybe a post on social media to connect with fans. I haven’t been able to interact with them like I normally do—”
“Oh no way, my man! It’s still too early. You’re in hiding for the next two months—that means two more months of people going out of their minds, wondering where the hell you are, reaching out to me with offers up the ying-yang, all the while building up all this anticipation for your big comeback. We’ve got everyone right where we want them—dying of anticipation.”
The cackle of his agent’s laugh reminds me of an evil Bond villain.
“Just wanted to make sure you know what a hot commodity you are. H-O-T, my man. People are well on their way to forgetting your little meltdown and welcoming you back to Tinseltown with open arms.”
Lewis stares blankly ahead, as if he couldn’t be more bored with this conversation. He mutters a thanks before his agent promises to update him again next week.
“Sorry about that,” he mumbles after ending the call. He walks over to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of vodka from the freezer.
“Your agent is very...loud,” I say as I stand at the kitchen island and eat.
“That’s probably one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said about Trent.”
“Of course that’s his name.”
Lewis makes a noise that sounds like a scoff-chuckle.
“You don’t like him?” I ask.
“It’s not that.” He pours a few splashes of vodka into a clear glass and sips. “He’s just really over-the-top. But he’s a killer agent. He got me the leading role onThe Best of Itand a bunch of supporting movie roles before then. He’s worth sticking with even if he’s obnoxious.”
I quietly take note of the strained look on his face and how rehearsed he sounds. I wonder if that’s actually how he feels.
“So noHottiesspread for you, then?” I tease, hoping that eases the tension he’s clearly feeling.
When he laughs, I cheer on the inside.
“Honestly? I actually think it would be fun to pose nude someday.” He eyes me from above the rim of his glass as he sips, which causes my stomach to do a backflip.
“But I don’t really want to do it for some random spread about Hollywood hotties. I think I’m past doing stuff like that.” He glances down at the glass as he swirls it in his hand.
“You’d rather do it on your terms?” I ask, trying to sound composed and not at all like how I feel: hot and flustered to the max as my filthy brain imagines what Lewis would look like nude.
