Lots and lots of other girls who I choose to forget about on a regular basis. A few pop up here and there to sell their kiss-and-tell stories, and those are the ones I feel sorry for. All they have of him is a memory and a couple hundred. Their time with him isn’t even private anymore. I could never share anything that’s just between us with the world, no matter what the price tag was.
“I understand that. I guess I’ve seen a lot of rock stars over the years. Each generation seems to…enjoy what the nature of the business has to offer more and more. I never wanted you to be a part of that.”
“Never bloody will be. If Kitt didn’t like me back, there was no way I would’ve let anything happen between us. I won’t be Jennifer.”
“Texas…” he warns.
“Whatever. You don’t want me to be a teen knocked up by a touring rock star either. Good thing I’m not Jennifer, and Kitt’s not you.”
“I really wish I’d lied to you about your conception.”
I grin. “But we have a no-lying-to-each-other rule.”
A rule I have seriously pushed.
“Yes, we do. Remember that, Texas.”
Oh, that’s a warning. Whenever he asks a question about Kitt, he and I both know I’ll have to give him a straight, honest answer.
“Kitt’s here,” I say as the front door opens and slams.
“I’m so glad I never took away his key,” Dad says sarcastically.
“Play nice, please. He’s important to me.”
He groans and walks out, muttering something about hating me getting older. Clearly, he’s still oblivious to the fact that I’m already older.
I take one last glance at myself and sigh. It’s a shame I can’t do this in shorts and flip-flops.
As I walk downstairs, I hear Dad and Kitt making small talk. They laugh, and the sound of my two favourite guys makes my heart swell.
Kitt’s eyes focus on me as I come around the corner. Dad says his name, but Kitt’s eyes don’t move, and his mouth is open. Dad turns around, but I don’t see his reaction to Kitt’s ogling because I’m doing the same.
I’m used to Kitt being in jeans and a T-shirt. It’s not often he’s in a tux. He’s so gorgeous that I want to bash my head against the marble floor. Or maybe jump him.
His black tux is a slim fit, and the top button of his white shirt is undone. He’s never looked so sexy—well, except for when he’s wearing just a pair of those slim jeans. Biting my lip, I walk the last few steps in a daze of filthy thoughts.
Dad clears his throat, and I stand up straight, embarrassed that he caught me and Kitt eye-fucking each other.
“Be in the kitchen,” he mutters before making himself scarce.
Kitt steps forward until he’s right in front of me. I look up, and the way he’s staring at me makes my heart ache in the best way.
“Hi,” I whisper. “You look good.”
Kitt continues to stare. His eyes are glowing red-hot. Finally, he gulps and licks his lips. “Texas…shit. You’re stunning.”
“Do not get used to it. The dress thing won’t be repeated often, and I think I’m going to fall over in these stupid—”
Kitt effectively ends my rambling by sealing his mouth over mine.
Usually, when he knows my dad is around, Kitt is extremely reserved when it comes to me, but right now, he’s not holding back. And I’m not complaining. I hold on and kiss him back.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in the limo. I have Ted with me and the new guy, Lars. Hank is here also. I get on with him well enough to feel comfortable having him shadow me, so my extra security isn’t too bad.
“Do we really have to do this?” I ask, gripping Kitt’s hand.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he replies.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to give me an option. You know we can’t just blow it off!”
“Sure you can,” Cooper pipes in. “He’s Kitt fucking Daniels, and if he wants to skip out on an event, he can. And I’ll come with you.” His eyes go wide. “Please, let me come with you.”
Coop hates these types of things. Just give him the after-party, and he’s happy.
“No one is skipping this,” Dad says.
“Yeah, Coop,” Jimmy adds. “And no more drinking beforehand.”
Cooper scowls. “How else am I supposed to get through this shit film?”
“You don’t know it’s bad, idiot. You’ve not seen it yet,” I say.
“There are no fights or car chases. That’s how I know it’s shit. At least you two can suck face to pass the time. What do I have?”
Kitt sticks his middle finger up and tightens his grip on my hand. Cooper, the bastard, did that on purpose. Thankfully, Dad doesn’t react, and the incident is quickly forgotten. Plus, our limo has pulled to a stop in front of the red carpet, and it’s our turn to get out.
Cameras are flashing, and actors from the film and celebrity guests are taking photos along the way. I’m terrified. There is absolutely no way I’m going to make it inside without falling on my arse. Kitt had better not let go.
“Let’s do this. I call dibs on Elizabeth!” Milo says, causing Cooper to swear like a sailor. He wanted the star tonight.
“You can’t just call a person, Milo!” I snap.