Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,23
account, and I think it’s also a smart idea to create one with the movie title.”
“That is a great idea,” Ryan says. “It’s never too early to get the buzz going.” I shake my head, knowing I am not going to win this fight, and I’ll be spending the next two weeks in Montana with him.
Carter claps his hands together, knowing that he won, but I’m wondering why he’s so excited. Surely, me being there will be the major cock block that will prevent any activities on the down low. “I’m starving.” He picks up his menu, and I push to get out of the bench, grabbing my purse.
“Excuse me,” I say to the table and walk away before I do something stupid like tell my boss to fuck off or get his own ass to Montana. I’m about to push the brown door to enter the bathroom when I hear my name being called, and I turn to see it’s Ryan.
“Listen, I’m sorry we just blindsided you.” He starts talking, and I have to move out of the way when someone comes out of the bathroom and gives Ryan the once-over and then leaves with a smile. I look at him with his black hair short on the sides and long on the top pushed back no doubt by his hands. His brown eyes look almost black, and his scruff has a salt and pepper look to it. He’s wearing a black suit with a white shirt and no tie. His hands go to his hips. “We have invested a lot in this movie, and I need it to be perfect. And I need Carter to be angelic.”
I inhale a deep breath and then look at him. “I get it but Montana for two weeks? What if I can’t control him?”
“We will talk daily, and the minute you say the word or he crosses the line, I will pull you out,” he says to me, and I look down and then up again. I’m about to say something when Sylvia joins us.
“Sorry to break this up”—she looks at Ryan and then me—“but the waiter is going to be back in two minutes.”
“I’ll be right there,” I say, turning and going into the bathroom. I sit on the bench in the bathroom, the attendant in there waiting to offer me either hairspray or soap, and lean my head back and close my eyes for a moment. I make my way back to the table, sliding back onto the bench and putting the white linen napkin on my lap. The waiter comes back, and I can honestly say I have no idea what is discussed at dinner.
“So are you excited about Montana?” Carter asks me when everyone is eating, and Jeff, Sylvia, and Ryan are talking about politics.
“No,” I say, not looking up at him as I eat my fish.
“That’s too bad. It’s beautiful there. It’s called Big Sky Country for a reason. I think you’ll love it there,” he says, and I look up at him. He picks up his glass and brings it to his lips, trying to hide the smirk. “I’ll show you around.” I look down at my food without answering, and the rest of the meal drags by. When I can finally make my exit, I do.
“If you guys will excuse me,” I say, getting up, “I have another engagement I have to get to.”
Carter gets up, tossing his napkin on the table.
“I’ll walk you out,” he says. “I was leaving anyway.” He shakes everyone’s hand and then turns to walk with me out of the restaurant. “Did you drive here?”
“No,” I say as I walk, and I feel his hand on my lower back. “I’m going to grab a cab.” Walking out of the hotel, I see the valet.
“We need a car and driver,” Carter says, and I stand there holding my purse in front of me. “I’ll drop you off and then go home.”
I don’t stand next to him as we wait for the car. The flashes are going off, and they are all screaming his name for him to turn around to them, but he looks down at his phone instead. After the black town car pulls up and the valet opens the back door, I step into it while Carter walks around the car and gets in beside me. I give the driver my address, and he takes off.
“Why are you so angry?” he says, and I turn toward him, my back