Page 26 of Get Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 6)
I open one eye. "What time is it?"
"Seven."
"Why are you up so early? And so happy about it?"
He pats his firm stomach and flexes a bicep. "You don't think I look like this naturally, do you? I work hard for it."
"At seven in the morning?"
"Yes, ma'am. Wanna go work out with me? Show me some of those moves you used on that guy last night?"
"I don't have any workout clothes. And I'm not really awake."
"I ordered some clothes for you to wear. They're being sent up when the store downstairs opens up at nine."
"Really? That was sweet of you."
"If I'm right about things, we're going to be starring in a lot of future movies together. I need to protect your reputation."
"Protect it? It was your idea that I spend the night."
"Yeah, but if you leave in last night's dress, it looks like a one-night stand. If you leave in something else, it looks planned. Subtle difference, but still."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
"And maybe I'm trying to be nice to you."
"Why?"
He pulls a newspaper out from behind his back and tosses it on the bed. "Page six."
I flip the paper open.
Knox Daniel and Keatyn Douglas: Hollywood's new couple?
Rumors are flying this morning after resident playboy, Knox Daniels, and the daughter of Abby Johnston, Keatyn Douglas, shared a night out. Onlookers at the club say the couple kept to themselves in a large VIP section, snuggling and kissing when they weren't glued to each other on the dance floor. "She pouted and called him baby when a group of girls tried to crash their party," a waiter said. Knox, who is a regular at the club, usually keeps the section filled with gorgeous women. "He only had eyes for her," a clubgoer tells us. Friends of the couple say the two met when Keatyn visited her mom's long-time beau, Tommy Stevens, on the Trinity: Retribution set before the holiday. Although, if these photos are any indication of the volatility of their relationship, we'd say this pair is in for a bumpy ride.
The accompanying photos are of Knox and me, looking perfect upon arrival at the club. He's holding my chin and giving me an adorable kiss. There are two grainy photos of us in the club, one of us in the VIP section and the other on the dance floor. But then there's a photo of me from when I rushed out of the club in tears.
"I look horrid!" I screech.
"You don't look horrid. I mean, it's not the most flattering angle, and you do have mascara running down your face, but you look pretty in all the other ones."
"Oh, and look at the caption under the photo of you hugging me and helping me into the car. Knox knows how to make up." I roll my eyes until I see a smaller photo of Damian and Peyton below this article. Peyton's face is partially obscured by Damian's arm as he leans in to kiss her. There's a little story about the normal girl from Napa Valley who caught the rocker's attention. I decide that one bad picture of me is worth burying the story of their date.
"So, all in all, it was a good night. We planted our relationship seed."
"Are we having a relationship? I thought you were into one-night stands."
"Normally, I am. But I can see the value of this. For us. Long term."
"Knox, when things go down with the stalker, I'm not sure if I'll survive it."
"Even better. I can be in mourning. Imagine the sympathy sex I'd get."
My eyes get huge. "Knox!"
He pats my shoulder and smiles. "I'm just joking. You can untwist your panties now."
"You're horrible."
He laughs. "Now that you're awake, do you wanna go for a run?"
"A run? But you said the reporters will still be--"
"Exactly." He points to a little pile of running clothes. "Before you go off on me, these are my sister's. She visits a lot and keeps stuff here so she never has to check a bag."
"Does your bodyguard run with you?"
"Does he look like he can run? No, I go by myself. Part of why I run. Gotta be fast enough to get away from the hordes of women who chase me."
"I'm calling Cooper and having him meet us."
"Cooper looks like he's in pretty good shape. Sucks at poker, but could probably kick my ass." He sizes me up. "Although, from the sound of it, you probably could too. Do you think he'd teach me to fight?"
"Maybe." I grab my phone off the nightstand and see some texts from Aiden.
Hottie God: Good morning, beautiful. I miss sleeping with you.
Hottie God: And waking up with you.
Hottie God: I just miss you.
Me: I miss you more.
I'm smiling as I call Cooper. "Hey, Knox and I are going running in the park. I'd like you to join us. Just come over to his place and we'll meet you in the lobby."
"Does Knox go for a jog in the park every morning?"
"Um, I don't know. Let me ask. Knox, do you go for a run in the park every morning?"
"No. I usually run on the treadmill. Especially in the winter."
"Did you hear that?" I say to Cooper.
"You're in the paper this morning. We don't want to do anything routine. Make sense?"
"Yes, it does."
"But it is a beautiful morning. I'm assuming there are photographers who will see this run?"
"That's the plan."
"I'll be right over," he says before hanging up.
The three of us go on a run, are successfully photographed together, and then head to the studio to finish the video.
The second I arrive, Aiden grabs my hand, pulls me into my dressing room, and kisses me furiously.
I'm instantly hot.
I push him against the door, lock it, and unzip his pants, wanting nothing more than for him to take me.
"Do we have time?" he says breathlessly, as he strips my panties off then picks me up and moves us to the couch.
"We should always have enough time for this," I say as he kisses my neck.
I arch my hips, push his jeans down with my feet, and guide him into me.
He slams his mouth down on mine, kissing me like we've been apart for months, not just one night.
Desperate.
Aching.
Needing.
Each other.
His tongue delves deeply into my mouth.
I match his intensity, grabbing his ass and pushing him to go faster.
"Oh, god," he says, moving even more quickly as his body complies with my hands' request.
A burst of fervent energy.
Then, suddenly motionless.
His face buried in my hair.
His lips finding my neck, then my cheek, then my ear. "I maybe kinda missed you," he says adorably.
"I may spend the night with Knox more often."
"I don't think so, Boots," he chuckles.
I give him a kiss. "I better get cleaned up and get my bikini on."
"That's the only bad thing about a quickie. It's over way too quick," he says, letting me up and smacking my butt as I walk away.
"Cut!" Riley yells for the fourth time. "Damian, you look constipated and Keatyn, you're supposed to be looking at Damian. It looks stupid."
"That's because we're about to fall off the boards!"
"It's not just that," Ariela says. "It looks fake because they're not wet enough."
"We spritzed them down," Peyton says.
"Yeah, but you can't really see the water. If they're in the sun and wet, they should sort of shimmer," Ariela counters. "Wait! I know!" she says, running off set. She comes back with the water spritzer and a bottle of body oil. "Let's try mixing them."
"Water and oil don't mix," Aiden says, stating the obvious.
"I know, that's the point!" Ariela replies. She rubs both Damian and me down with oil, then spritzes us with water again. This time, the water beads and slides down our bodies.
"See!" she says to Riley.
Riley grabs her and kisses her. "You're a genius."
"Is there any way we could put a second sprin
g under the surfboards, so they're a little more stable?" I ask Riley. "If we weren't constantly worried about falling off, it'd be easier to look like we're having fun."
"We don't really have enough time to do that."
"Come here and help me," I tell him, "while I figure this out."
He stands next to me as I get back on the board, putting my hand on his shoulder for balance.
After trying a few different foot positions, I find one that feels comfortable and even lets me move the board.
"That's it! Damian, put your feet like this, right over the spring. I think that's why we were struggling. We were doing what's natural on a surfboard, but it doesn't work for this because of the middle support."
Damian quickly gets the hang of it and Riley checks out how we look on camera.
