The Hating Season (Seasons #2) - K.A.Linde Page 0,27
for me to enter first, which I did despite my better judgment.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He took my hand and pulled me down the empty hallway.
“I’ve known Camden my entire life. You think I don’t know his hotels like the back of my hand?”
“How well do you know the back of your hand?”
He grinned at me. “You’re cheeky.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Guilty,” he said with a glint of light in his blue irises. He stopped in front of a dark door. “Here we are.”
“And where is here?”
He jiggled the door, and when it didn’t immediately open, he pulled out a credit card and swiped the lock.
“Court! What are you doing?” I gasped. “Isn’t this illegal? Breaking and entering?”
“My best friend owns the hotel, English. Who is going to press charges?”
I grumbled under my breath. He had a point. But Jesus Christ, could he go a week without doing something illegal?
He pushed the door open and flipped the lights. I nervously checked behind me before following him inside. I’d been on enough film sets to know what this room functioned as—a green room.
I stepped inside, my eyes wide as I took in the space. It was nicer than most of the on-site locations I’d been to. With fancy couches and chairs, a few secluded desks, and a full kitchen. I could see what it would look like when the place was full of creatives, buzzing with people and energy and, most importantly, food. Lots of food.
“This feels like home,” I admitted.
“Yeah, it’s mostly film stars and politicians and dignitaries and the like when they have business in the city,” Court said. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Why?”
“Okay, I just wanted to get you alone.”
“Ah. Well, I suppose you’ve succeeded,” I said with a shrug. “And now, we can go.”
“Come on, English,” he said, reaching for me.
I sidestepped him. “We have three more months to work together. We have to be professional.”
“We weren’t the other night.”
“That was a lapse in judgment. I had never slept with a client before. And I’m never doing it again,” I said as sternly as possible. “I was upset about what had happened with Josh, and I took it out on you.”
“I didn’t really mind.”
“Yeah… I might have noticed that.”
He stepped closer to me. My breathing hitched. There was something in just that small movement as he got into my personal space, and I looked up into those baby blues. Fuck.
“I don’t think you minded either.” His fingers brushed a stray hair out of my face.
I swatted him away from me and took a step back. I rasped in a sharp breath that felt like I’d just been dunked in a bucket of ice water.
“Be serious,” I said.
“Be a little less serious. We had a good time. Let’s do it again.”
“So, that’s why you brought me back here.” I’d already known that. I’d come anyway. But now that I was here, I couldn’t do it.
“Don’t act like you don’t want it, English. I know that you do.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I snapped back.
“Sure I do.”
“Okay. What’s my middle name?” I laughed. “What’s my first?”
“Anna,” he purred, stepping forward.
I shivered again at the way he’d said my name. My first name. No one called me Anna. Not my parents or my boss or my friends. Just people who didn’t know me. And now, apparently, Court Kensington.
His eyes assessed my reaction though. “Anna,” he said again, drawing out the word like a caress. “See, I know the important things. Like that little whimper you make when my tongue touches your clit. Or…”
I held up a hand and swallowed. “I get it. But… no. I don’t want that.”
“You’re such a good liar,” he said, tilting his head as he examined me. “I almost believe you.”
“It’s the truth.”
“How often do you lie a day?”
Too many. My entire job was lying to people. I couldn’t even get through a meal without lying to someone.
“I’m convincing people you’re a good person. How often do you think?”
He laughed. “Enough.”
“But I’m not lying about this.”
“Yeah, sure.”
But he didn’t believe me. Fuck, I was a good liar, but I didn’t even believe me. Fucking Court Kensington had been the most amazing high I’d ever been on… and I had grown up in Hollywood.
He stepped closer. “Do you want to have sex with me again?”
“No,” I lied.
Court laughed. “Lie. I’m getting better at detecting them. Did you have a good time when we fucked?”
I gritted my teeth. “If I say yes, will it make your head bigger?”