Page 57 of Tempting the Player
Chad took a few moments in the kitchen to himself. Closing his eyes, he swore under his breath. All night he’d been fighting the urge to crush his mouth and his body to hers. He strolled into the living room and checked out the window. A wry grin pulled at his lips. “We’ve got company.”
She came to his side, and he inhaled her jasmine scent. “Is that the Suburban that was following us?”
“Yep.”
“And he’s going to sit out there all night?”
“Yep.”
She backed away from the window, eyes narrowed as she took a sip of her champagne. “You’ve been through this a lot, haven’t you? With other women you were…well, you weren’t pretending with?”
Chad turned from the window. “Not to sound repetitive, but yep.”
Sitting down on the leather couch, she kicked off her heels and tucked her feet under her. A weird feeling occurred in his chest, followed by the even more bizarre thought that she looked good sitting there on his couch. Like that made any fucking sense.
A couple of moments passed and then she asked, “Do you really think this is going to work?”
Walking over to Bridget, he sat on the ottoman in front of her. “I don’t know.” He shrugged, taking a drink. “Miss Gore seems to know her shit. I haven’t gotten any angry calls from my manager in a few days.”
A small smile appeared. “But what about afterward? It’s really going to be…”
“Me changing my ways?” he supplied, and then he laughed. “Yeah, I have to cut back on the partying.”
Bridget watched him through those soulful green eyes. “And the women?”
“The women aren’t as many as people think they are.”
“Uh huh,” she murmured. “Can I ask you a question?”
Leaning forward, he nodded. “Shoot.”
“If you know that you have these photographers following you around and people are constantly snapping photos of you while you’re out, why do you do the things you do? You have to know it’s going to be all over the papers.”
The glass dangled from his fingertips. “And should I live my life differently because of that? Is that fair?”
