Hendrix - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,48
to know things about his life.”
With an adorable look on her face, she's obviously trying to work it out in her head. “So, they want to know about me?”
“Right,” Saige and I answer in unison.
Brenna squints. “That's kind of creepy.”
That manages to make the two of us laugh.
“You're right, B,” I answer, taking her from Saige. “It is creepy, and I'm going to figure out how to make them go away.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a text to Asher.
Colby: I need Selena's number.
Selena is Asher's publicist. He used to have another, Blaire—an evil little twat. When Asher started dating Tessa, Blaire almost ran their relationship straight into the ground. When it came down to having to choose between her or Tessa, his choice was easy. He tossed the blonde witch to the curb and brought on Selena. She managed to twist their relationship into something the public could handle, being as the immediate response was outrage due to the fact that she was once his student. Long story short, Selena is a public relations genius, and if anyone knows how to handle this situation, it's her.
THE DOORBELL RINGS TWO hours later, and I let her in. It's amazing she was able to come on such short notice, but these people are literally making it hard for us to leave. The only way we can get out is by going through the garage and using my tinted SUV. And still, they take pictures.
Selena walks in looking like a million dollars. Her black hair is a little longer than her shoulders, and the heels she's wearing look like they could literally stab someone. Her oversized sunglasses just add to the rock star look.
“Thanks for coming so soon,” I say.
She smiles and moves the glasses to the top of her head. “You were right to call. They're total animals when there isn't someone to keep them in line.”
I lead her into the living room, where Saige sits on the couch and Brenna is sprawled out on the floor. She kept trying to look outside, so Saige gave her a puzzle to keep her distracted.
“Saige, this is Selena.”
Saige smiles. “The girl who's going to make the vultures go away.”
Selena winks at her. “That's my plan.” She turns to Brenna, who is watching her carefully. “And you must be Brenna. Aren't you a cute little thing?”
She lights up like the Fourth of July at the compliment.
“B, why don't you go play in your room for a little bit, while we talk to Selena about a couple of grown-up things?”
Like the well-behaved little kid she is, she nods and gets up, giving Saige and me each hugs before leaving the room. Selena and I join Saige on the couch, and she pulls a tablet out of her purse.
“You know, I have to admit, when Asher called and said you don't have a publicist, I was rather shocked,” Selena tells me.
I chuckle, because Lennon has been on me for months about hiring someone, but I never had a reason to. For the most part, the press knew my love life was non-existent and my sex life was overcharged. But the second Brenna came in like the beautiful little storm she is, everything changed.
Selena types a few things in and then looks over at Saige and me. “You make such a beautiful couple. It's going to be really easy to make the public fall in love with your love.”
“Oh, we're not—” we both say in unison.
Her eyes widen. “Oh, pardon me. I just assumed that with the little girl having her own room that you were together.”
“She's our daughter,” I tell her. “Saige and I dated right before I was drafted. I didn't learn about Brenna until recently.”
She nods in understanding. “And that's how the media has no clue about her.” After typing a couple more things in, she focuses back on us. “So, what's the end game here? What's the ultimate goal, other than getting them to stop standing outside your house?”
I look over at Saige, because she's just as much involved in this as I am, and she shrugs.
“What would you suggest?”
Selena grins at her. “Well, I would like to put together a plan where we release little bits of information over the course of a few weeks or months, ending with Colby doing an interview where he proudly tells everyone that Brenna is, in fact, his daughter. In the meantime, I'm going to work on getting an order that says