Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,71

fridge and nothing else really,” I tell him and look at him kick off his boots and lie down on the couch, turning on the news. He lies there in his gray chinos that are just tight enough with a white T-shirt and black jacket. Grabbing his phone and going on Instagram, he then looks up at me. “You finally accepted my follow request.”

I roll my eyes at him. “It’s not that big of a deal,” I tell him and then see him looking at his phone and smiling.

“Scenery pictures, my ass,” he says. “This picture of you in the ocean with your back to the camera looks like you’re topless,” he says, trying to zoom in on the picture. “I think I’m going to report it.”

“Don’t you dare,” I say and walk the rolling suitcase to my room. Opening it, I put a load in the washer, then undress and change into my own shorts and T-shirt. I walk out to the living room and see that he is sleeping, and the television is watching him. I walk back into my bedroom and look at the time; it’s already five, and our reservations are at six thirty. I fix my hair in the bathroom, leaving it loose and in beachy waves, and leave my makeup light like every other day. I walk into my closet and grab my white jean capris. I grab my black strapless bra and then the black off the shoulder ruffled loose shirt with sleeves that flow to mid-arm. I grab my new black strappy Louboutins my father just sent me, zipping the back closed. I stand and then look in the mirror. Grabbing my black Chanel purse, I switch my stuff and when I look at the clock, I see it’s time to go. I find him still sleeping, and I go back and forth with letting him sleep or waking him.

“I’m up,” he mumbles and looks over at me, his blue eyes going dark. “Jesus.”

I look down at my outfit. “Is it not enough?”

“How do you make a loose top and jeans the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?” he asks, getting up and putting on his boots. “You ready?” He gets up and walks to me, and then bending to kiss me. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Smiling at him, I wipe my lip gloss off his lips. He grabs my hand, and we walk out together with our hands linked. He opens the passenger door and waits for me to get in, then steals another kiss. This one is a touch longer, neither one of us wanting to end it. He finally pulls away, closing the door and walking to his side.

“You ready?” he asks, starting the car and putting his sunglasses on.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I answer and look out the window while he makes his way to the restaurant. I don’t know what I’m expecting, or maybe I’m just expecting to be slammed with the paparazzi, but it’s nothing like that. We pull up to the restaurant, and no one is there. The valet opens the door for me while another valet attendant walks to the driver’s side, holding the door open for Carter. I step onto the sidewalk and hold my purse in my hand, waiting for Carter. He comes to my side and puts his hand on my lower back, making me walk into the restaurant first. The hostess smiles at me, but then sees Carter and smiles even wider.

“Hey, we have a reservation for Johnson,” Carter says, not even looking at her. His eyes roam the restaurant as she grabs two menus and asks us to follow her. She finds a table in the back and sets down the menus with a smile before slinking away.

“Have you been here before?” I ask him, grabbing the glass of water from the table and looking at him grabbing the menu.

“Yeah, a couple of times,” he mumbles, and then the waiter appears to tell us the specials of the night.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I tell him, getting up. I want to go over to kiss him, but I stop myself. “This whole thing in public is harder than I thought.”

“Is it?” He smiles and grabs his own glass of water. “I guess following you into the bathroom to cop a feel and maybe an orgasm would be a red flag?”

I glare at him. “Don’t you dare.” I turn, leaving him to chuckle to himself. The bathroom has