A short ride later, we’re at my loft.
“I’ll be working late,” Riley says. “Ariela, is it okay if we order in?”
I’m about to agree that it sounds nice when my phone buzzes with a text.
Knox: You back in town? Should we make our first public appearance? Hit the club? Do a sloppy drunken exit? Or are you wanting a good girl image?
Me: I am back in town. The club sounds fun. And as far as my image goes, I’d like to be somewhere between good and not-so-good.
Knox: I can help with the not-so-good. Meet me around 11? Or should I wine and dine you first?
Me: There’s some stuff I need to tell you. Let’s do dinner, privately.
Knox: Oh, baby, I thought you’d never ask.
Me: Very funny. I’ll meet you at your hotel at 10.
Knox: This probably goes without saying, but dress hot.
“You’re going to have dinner with Knox? Alone. In his hotel room?” Aiden asks me, reading over my shoulder.
“Yeah, I feel like I need to tell him what’s going on with Vincent before he’s photographed with me. I want him to know that it could put him in danger.”
“I don’t think he’ll care. He’s a publicity hound.”
“A very calculating publicity hound, from what I can tell. And this is just the first step of my plan. I want to be photographed. I want Vincent to start seeing pictures of me. Going clubbing with Knox practically assures that I will. And, hopefully, it will draw some of the attention away from Damian and Peyton. I’m gonna go get ready.”
“I’m not sure I like this,” Aiden says as I walk away.
I hear Cooper say to him, “Don’t like what?”
I pull on a slinky dress. I’m sitting on my chaise, putting on a pair of platform heels when both Cooper and Aiden join me in the closet.
“What’s up?” I ask them.
“We’re coming with you,” Aiden says.
“No, you’re not,” I reply adamantly.
“Didn’t you just tell me a few days ago that you’d listen to me?” Cooper says.
“Yes, Cooper, I will consider letting you come with. I will not consider letting Aiden.”
Aiden taps his foot and purses his lips.
“Aiden,” I say. “You promised.”
He runs his hand through his hair, frustrated. “Yeah, I did.”
“Tell me your plan,” Cooper says.
“I’m sure Aiden already told you, but I’m meeting Knox at his hotel. While we have dinner, I will tell him the risks of being seen with me. Then, depending on his reaction, I may go to a club with him. And, hopefully, we’ll be photographed together. It’s all part of my plan, Cooper. Is Vincent in California right now?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“There’s a lot to worry about, but you’re right that I don’t think we have to worry about Vincent in this situation.”
“Awesome,” I say, grabbing a Fendi baguette. “Don’t wait up.”
I walk to my front door as Aiden says, “How are you getting there?”
“His driver should be here to pick me up in a few minutes.”
Aiden pushes me against the door and kisses me hard. “You better be careful.”
“I know you worry about me, Aiden. But I’ll be fine. It’s not really any different than being on set together. It’s just for the cameras.”
“I’m not worried about you and Knox. I’m worried about your safety. You keep talking about a showdown. About how you might not make it.”
“We’re not to that point yet. This is just a little prequel. Something for him to think about while we take over his company.”
He kisses my nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too. I’ll text you.”
“That would make me feel better.”
I kiss his nose. “Good.”
“Using my own tricks against me, huh?”
I give him a smile as I walk out the door.
Make some noise.
10pm
Knox greets me with cheek kisses, escorts me in, and gives me the grand tour of his hotel residence. It’s gorgeous. Dark wood, modern furniture, lots of glass, steel, and marble. Big, fluffy bed, dining table set with candles.
“Champagne?” he asks.
“I’d love some.”
“Sit,” he says, gesturing to a pair of chairs set in front of an expanse of glass looking out at a beautiful view of the Manhattan skyline.
We take a seat as a butler serves the champagne.
“You have a gorgeous view.”
He clinks my glass. “Here’s to sharing something special.”
I lean toward Knox, knowing full well the butler will hear my whining. “Knox, baby, I thought we were going to be alone tonight.”
Knox touches my face and stares into my eyes, much like he did the other day when we ran through some new lines. “Your wish is my command.”
He waves a finger at his bodyguard. “Make yourselves scarce.”
The bodyguard nods and leaves, taking the butler with him.
I’m about to spill my guts when the doorbell rings.
Knox rolls his eyes and goes to the door.