Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(109)

I can hear my friend sigh over the phone. “Okay, spill, what is it.”

 

“Hmm? What’s what?”

 

“Dude, I know you. You’re moping about something, so spill it.”

 

Busted.

 

“It’s- it’s nothing, really. It’s just this place; being all cooped up here.”

 

“Well, get out there and have some fun!”

 

“Yeah, I can’t, that’s the problem. First daughter, national security risk, armed guard, watchful eyes; ringing any bells?”

 

“Well bite my head off, grumpy.”

 

“Sorry,” I mumble. “It’s just between the cabin fever of this place, and Hunter basically being my shadow all day, I’m just-”

 

“Um, let’s talk about this Hunter character.”

 

Let’s not and say we never did?

 

I can hear Jess lingering and hanging on for an answer on the other end. “Well?”

 

“Well nothing, he’s my Secret Service guy.”

 

“Oh that guy?” I freeze. “The tall dark and sexy standing behind you in those pictures from your mom's front-lawn gala night?”

 

“Um, maybe?”

 

Jessica sighs exasperatedly. “Dude, the guy dressed like a Secret Service agent with the earpiece thingy and everything with his hand on your back helping your through the crowd.”

 

“Oh,” I say quickly. “Yeah, I guess that was Hunter.”

 

She whistles. “Daaaamn, girl! That’s the guy you get to have following you around all the time?”

 

I frown. “Yes, Jess, that’s Hunter.”

 

“Well then what is your problem? If I were you, I’d be going around looking for trouble just so I could watch him come save me.”

 

I roll my eyes. My problem is I’ve SLEPT with him, and now his dad is about to marry my mom.

 

But of course, Jess doesn’t know that. I love my my friend, but let's just say when someone like my mother tells you, “Hey, I’m getting married soon but no one knows yet because it could disrupt national politics, so don’t tell anyone”, well, Jessica Baron is probably the last person on Earth you tell, friend or not. Suffice to say, she doesn’t need to know the finer details.

 

“Well listen mopey, I’m done shooting in L.A. on Friday, you know. I could be in D.C. and getting you into some trouble by midnight.”

 

I grin. “Sounds like we’d make the evening news.”

 

“Oh, weekend edition for sure. ‘Wayward first daughter Adams arrested for indecent exposure in a moving vehicle along with fabulous and hot new fashion model best friend Jessica Baron.”

 

I snort.

 

“You know, in all honesty,” I can hear Jess’s grin through the phone as she clears her throat. “I could probably get us another invite, to another, uh, party like last time.”

 

“Jess!” My face goes bright red as I hiss into the phone.

 

“Oh, what, I just said ‘party’, nothing scandalous for your tall dark and handsome security detail to get all hot and bothered about. Honestly though-”

 

Yeah, ‘honestly though’, that damn party is what got me into this whole mess in the first place, I want to yell into the phone.

 

“Jess, I don’t think the First Daughter is getting into one of those now,” I say, rolling my eyes as I stretch out across my bed. “That was risky before, but I think it’d be beyond scandalous now.”

 

“Okay fine. But you do need to get out and have some fun, you know.”

 

“No shit.”

 

“So how is it living in that place?”

 

“Like jail, but better decor.” I blush and grin. “Hotter security.”

 

Jessica hoots.

 

I want to tell her, but I can’t. I can’t even tell her half truths about Hunter, even if I leave out the juicy parts because the whole thing is a big secret. The whole thing is one big dirty little secret.

 

He’s my dirty little secret, in every regard.

 

 

 

“So what’s up with you, grumpy?”

 

I jerk my head around at the name to stare at Hunter, there in the back seat of the black Escalade.

 

He raises his eyebrows. “What?”

 

“Nothing, you’re the second person to say that today is all.”

 

He snickers. “There’s a lesson there for you, grumps.”

 

I smile sweetly at him. “Yeah, that I fucking hate being called ‘grumps’.”

 

He rolls his eyes as he shakes his head. “Relax; don’t get your panties in a twist, doll.”