He grinned down at me. “Not really, but I would brave the dance floor to get you in my arms again.”
“I don’t know, Hunter.”
“Just make an appearance.” He slid his knee between my thighs. “A few pictures, a few kisses, and you’ll fulfill your duties. Of course, I’ll try to get you to stay for more. They have a damn good DJ that’s supposed to play with a few crazy mixes of our songs.”
My duty. I had a lot to make up for.
“All right. But you’ll have to do me a favor.”
“Name it.”
“Add Bethany Jacobs to the guest list.”
He dug out his phone, typed for a second, then dropped it back in his pocket. “Done.”
“Just like that?”
He shrugged.
“Do you even know who she is?”
“I’m assuming one of your clients.”
I stepped back and folded my arms. “Yes. If I have to try to do these public girlfriend duties, then I’ll need to cram in my social engagements with work.”
“Cram, huh?”
I rolled my eyes and moved away from him.”I need coffee.”
He caught up to me, laying a hand on my lower back. “The lounge has a continental breakfast. Good coffee, too.”
I tightened my grip on my elbows. No makeup, and sex hair with a man’s shirt as my wardrobe. Everyone would know what I’d done last night.
Our floor probably knew what we’d done last night. The old hotel wasn’t exactly soundproofed. But I was too tired and keyed up to turn down breakfast.
There were a handful of people in the eclectic sunroom by the pool, but no one seemed to pay us any mind. Hunter waved to one of the waitresses as he led me to the back where there was an l-shaped seating area. He sat down, his back to the windows, and eyes taking in the entire room.
Did he want to be seen?
When a voluptuous brunette sauntered over to us, I rolled my eyes. She ignored me, making a bee-line for Hunter. “Welcome, Mr. Jordan.” Her skin was flawless even at this obscene hour, and her voice was the perfect blend of baby doll and phone sex operator.
She probably practiced in the mirror daily.
“Morning,” his eyes drifted to her tag, “Holly.”
“Can I get you something?”
He glanced at me. “Anything with your coffee?”
“A small grapefruit juice and a spinach egg white omelette.”
“You know what, that sounds good to me, too. I’ll take pineapple juice instead.”
“Two coffees, two spinach egg white omelets, and two pineapple juices. Got it.”
“No, that was grapefruit for me.”
She barely spared me a glance. “Right.” She beamed at Hunter. “If you need anything at all, just wave and I’ll come right over.”
“I bet she will,” I muttered when she strutted off, an extra swing in her hips. “And I can guarantee I’m going to get pineapple juice.”
Hunter sat back against his cushions, and folded his hands over his belly. “Nah, she’ll remember.”
“Have you met you? You tend to make women a little stupid.”
His dimple flashed. “Didn’t work on you.”
Right. Because I totally kissed strangers in secret hallways. Not once, but twice.
He propped his forearms on the table. “Or did it?”
“You’re well aware of your super powers, Mr. Jordan.”
He covered my hand. “I only use them for good.”
“And for sales.”
“That too.” He sat back when the waitress came back, but didn’t let my hand go.
Holly glanced at our hands, setting the coffee down right between us so we had to break apart. She set two glasses down as well—both pineapple juice.
I laughed.
Hunter tilted his head at me, then followed my gaze. He opened his mouth, but I just waved him off and picked up my glass and took a sip. “Mmm, pineapple juice.”
He lifted his glass to me and I clinked mine against his. “To classy ladies.”
“To an eventful morning after,” I said with a small smile. Holly set a plate with creamers and sugar down a little too loudly.
Hunter tangled our fingers together. The waitress clenched her jaw and flashed the unfriendliest smile I’ve seen in a month. This was LA after all. I saw them all the time.
As Holly stalked off, I caught a flash from our left. “Telephoto lens,” I said in warning and tried to pull my hand away.
He cupped his hand around the back of my neck and dragged me forward. I tried to relax—this was what we wanted. Hunter’s viral footprint was linked with mine for some reason.
I wasn’t sure why anyone would be interested in me, but I couldn’t deny the results. I’d checked my phone while getting dressed. Album sales were up, our ridiculous lobby moment was trending, and the memes exploding across Tumblr and Facebook were alternately filled with girl power and romance.