Absolutely Famous(2)
“Mrs. Caldwell, Mr. Caldwell,” he nods as we get in the backseat.
Drew has aliases for whenever he checks into a hotel, and Steve is instructed to use them whenever we’re out in our disguises. Naturally, he chose the last name of his favorite Boston Red Sox player, Trevor Caldwell. Drew told me that Trevor’s the one who gave him his beloved ‘lucky’ hat. The now-retired Red Sox catcher wore it for an entire baseball season and gifted it to Drew when he met him at a charity event. Drew wouldn’t stop gushing over Trevor’s on-the-field talent, and a week later, the hideous hat showed up at his manager Quentin’s office.
I turn around to make sure Drew is right behind me and catch the attention of the girls that found us so disgusting. They’re standing on the sidewalk openmouthed and gawking at us. They can’t figure out why two grubby, homeless-looking people would have a bodyguard and a driver. Ha! This is so much fun, like having our own secret right out in front of everyone. I wink at the girls and hop in the back seat grinning. Drew slides in and looks at me inquisitively but just returns my smile and gives me a big kiss.
Damn, even with that ugly disguise he can melt my panties.
Chapter 2
We’ve been in Vancouver for over a week and Drew has his first production meeting tomorrow at the studio. I’ll be able to attend daily filming if I want to, but the meetings are for the producers, director and other important executives only and since he’s an executive producer, he has to be there. I haven’t been on a movie set since I was eleven years old and watched my dad film a sequel for a big action-hero franchise he headlined, so I’m more than a little nervous to relive that part of my messed up childhood.
“Yeah, I’ll be theah!”
I hear Drew yelling on the phone with one of the other execs from the studio and he sounds pissed off… again.
“Fuck, I said no!”
“How many ways do I need to tell you?”
“Well, you can tell Jim to go to hell!”
“It’ll be a cold fuckin’ day in hell when I do that! She’s lucky I don’t have her ass replaced!”
I sigh and go into the master bedroom of the hotel suite. As sexy and sweet as he is, Drew has a pretty bad temper when provoked, and Angry Drew is unpleasant to be around. I had my fill of him when I was in the hospital after the attack. He was so hostile to everyone that most of the nurses were scared to come into my room to check on me for fear of becoming the target of his wrath. I’m certain that they weren’t expecting the smiling, good-natured movie star Andrew Forrester that they see on TV and in the tabloids to be so downright frightening when upset.
Drew doesn’t tell many people, but one of his favorite pastimes is mixed martial arts, so when he gets mad, he usually punches or breaks something. Honestly, I think the MMA is just a cover for the fact that he needs an outlet for his hideous temper by hitting and kicking shit.
He comes stalking into the room just as I’m gathering my things to take a shower. I catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye and can tell that he really wants to throw his phone at the wall. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask, turning to face a pair of stormy green eyes.
His tight brow relaxes when he sees that I’m a little intimidated by him. Stepping toward me, Drew pulls me into his arms. “Yeah, nothin’ for you to worry about babe.” I notice his Boston accent. That call really upset him. When Drew gets pissed, his hometown accent gets much more noticeable. I don’t think he has a clue when he does it.
I stand on my toes and press a hesitant kiss to his downturned mouth. “Want to join me in the shower?”
We haven’t had sex since the night before the premiere, and I miss it. I miss him, our physical connection. He’s been overly cautious in the intimacy department, afraid to hurt me even though the doctor cleared me a week ago. I’m even taking birth control pills now, so no more condoms and no more surprises.
He doesn’t answer or move to kiss me back, and I’m too horny to be rejected again, so I lightly run my tongue over his soft lips. “Mmmm, you shaved off the scruff.” As I kiss him I can feel his rigid body begin to relax against me and I take advantage by pressing my hips against his.
“Please? I need you.” God I hate begging. Just fuck me already!
I don’t know if he’s sick of holding back his chivalrous attempts to protect me, or he’s just as needy as I am but I don’t care. Drew brings his hands up to my face and hungrily captures my mouth with his, probing me with long licks of his tongue.
I let out a groan and grab his backside, pulling his growing hardness to me, grinding it against my stomach. When a low growl escapes his throat, I know he’s in too deep to stop. I take advantage, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching in to firmly grasp his smooth, hard cock.