Extremely Famous (12 page)

“Yes
, but I’m your ass.” He swims over and coils his arms around me, hiking my legs around his waist.

Whatever I was going to say
next falls right out of my head.

We
make out in the pool for a little while, then Drew pulls back, a pained expression on his face. He grips me tight and heads for the stairs, me clinging to his shoulders, my legs locked around his waist.

He carries me over to a covered cabana and lays me down on a large bed-like lounger.
“I want you,” Drew whispers, taking a hard nipple in his mouth and sucking on it.

Gasping, I
arch my hips up toward his body, cold water dripping off of him and down onto my hot skin as he hovers above me, teasing my aching breasts.

I reach down and grasp his cock firmly, stroking it slowly, showing Drew what it feels like to be teased.

He lifts his head from my taut nipple and stares at me with a look so full of lust that a rush of wetness floods my thighs. Drew crushes his lips onto mine, roughly taking what he wants. His tongue plunges deep, hungrily probing every part of my mouth.

“Jesus, you make me so fucking hard,” he says as he devours my mouth once more.

I continue pumping his rock hard length, faster now, his hips working in time with my hand, matching me stroke for stroke.

“Fuck, Syd. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.” He reaches down and slides a finger across my slick heat. “God, always so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, just for you.” I groan into his neck as he thrusts two fingers inside and rubs the spot that he knows drives me crazy. My hips buck off of the lounger from the pleasure he gives me.

“Shit,” Drew mutters. He pulls away, removing his
talented hand, forcing me to release his throbbing erection. He grabs my waist and flips me onto my stomach. Before I can react he’s pinning me down with a large hand on the middle of my back.

Using his knees
, Drew shoves my legs apart and lowers his body onto mine. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, giving me no time to answer. He thrusts his entire length into me, stretching my slick channel in a moment of blissfully combined pain and pleasure.

“Drew.” His name slips from my
lips before I can register that I’m speaking.

He gathers my wet hair in one hand and wraps it around his clenched fist
and yanks it to one side, forcing my head to lay sideways on the lounge, then uses it to hold me in place.

The intense pleasure that builds i
nside from his rough handling, his wet body pinning me down, his thick cock diving in and out of my tight sex, causes unintelligible sounds to escape from my throat.

“You like that, don’t you? Getting fucked by me, held down while I take what I want?”

“Yes,” I pant in between moans. He tightens his fingers in my hair and pulls a little harder, just enough to cause a delicious burn to course through my nerve endings as he slams even deeper into me.

Drew snakes his free hand underneath us and his finger finds my clit. When he starts swirling
it around on the small bundle of nerves, I orgasm loudly and my body clenches around him as I fall over the edge.

“That’
s right baby, come for me,” Drew demands as he thrusts a few more times before swelling and releasing his own pleasure deep inside me.

Spent, he
rolls to the side, unwinds his hand from my damp hair, and strokes my scalp gently. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Taking a moment to recover,
I turn to look at him. “Did it sound like you were hurting me?” Grinning, I kiss his concerned face.

Such an animal, but still so
gentle too.

“Not at all,” he says, smiling back.

We spend the next hour resting in the sun. No responsibilities, no press, no demands from anyone; it’s just us. It makes me wish we didn’t live in the city, then we could have a yard like this all to ourselves. Smiling, I put down my head and close my eyes.

“Syd,” Drew
whispers, gently waking me up.

“What?” I ask,
opening my eyes and shading them from the sun so I can see him better.

“It’s getting late, and you’re getting too much sun.”

I pout and put my head back down. Drew leans over and lightly spanks my bare ass. “Get up, we’ll be late for dinner. Don’t you want to meet Chad?” He chuckles as he slips his clothes back on.

“Fine, but only because he was so nice about lending his house to us. Twice.” I gather my stuff to get dressed and ready to go.

Drew steers the car down the long driveway and onto the street. I put my hand on his thigh and smile. “Thanks for today, it was wonderful.”

He gives me his perfect, panty-melting grin, effectively turning me into a puddle of hormones. “No, thank
you
Syd.”

“I didn’t do anything Drew. You planned all of this.”

He turns his head so he can see me. “You’re mine. That’s what I’m thanking you for.”

God, how did I get so freaking lucky?

“I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you!” I say to Chad as we shake hands.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he says to me. “You know I’ve worked with your mother many times.”

“Yes, she told me she’s been to your home in St. Bart’s as well.” When I talk about my mother I notice that Chad, also known as Thomas C. Sullivan, Oscar winning director, is blushing.

Interesting
.

“Uh, yes. Ummm, she has,” he says, fumbling over his words.

I turn to Drew and we exchange bewildered looks. He has no idea why Chad’s acting like this either.

We
’re all sitting outdoors at the hotel’s upscale Italian restaurant, lit subtly by appropriately placed torches that give the patio a serene glow. No matter how dark it is outside, we still garner stares and whispers from the other diners. Seeing as there’s a junket here tomorrow, you would think most of the guests would be industry people and not enamored by the presence of celebrity. If they are industry types, they’re treating us as if we’re in a zoo exhibit, just like everyone else does. I swallow down my irritation and do my best to pretend they don’t exist.

Drew
leans in and whispers in my ear as we wait for our food. “Thinking about this afternoon?” His hot breath caresses my neck, making my flesh pebble up with desire.

I look at Drew and
notice that he’s the happiest I’ve seen him in a while. He’s relaxed, his tall, athletic body leaning over casually in his chair. His thick brown hair is swept off of his bronzed face and a single dark lock has fallen forward, giving him a sexy, carefree look.

“The best day I’ve ever had,” I murmur back.

“Me too.” He leans toward me. “And just think, we have two weeks and several countries left. The things I want to do to you in each of them.”

I freeze in place, my heart pounding from his words. I know I’m blushing, but I can’t help it. Everything he says turns me on, especially when he
says things like that. I sip my wine to distract me from the delicious tingling starting between my thighs.

Quentin clears his throat,
not missing that there’s something going on between me and Drew. Drew pulls away and sits back in his chair, laughing at my embarrassment.

Bastard!

I turn back to Chad, who’s sitting on my right. “Your home in Brentwood is beautiful, how long have you had it?”

He puts down his drink and does some quick math in his head. “Hmmm, about seven years,” he says thoughtfully.

“Well, I’m jealous. We don’t have anything like that in the city.”

“No, I wouldn’t think so,” he responds with a laugh.

I change the subject. “So, you’ve seen my mom since she left acting.” I say it as a statement, not a question.

Chad seems a little flustered by my
knowledge, his cheeks reddening. “Well, uh, yes. I ummm,” he trips over his words.

I place my hand on his.
“It’s not a big deal. She told me that you’re one of the few people she kept in touch with after we left California. How long have you known my mom?”

Do they have something going on?
If they do, she deserves it, and Chad seems like a great guy.

Chad smiles, “A long time. I was an assistant on her first movie
.”

“Wow, that long huh?” I kid, gently elbowing him in the ribs.

“Hey, I’m not that old. To you I’m probably ancient though.”

“No, you’re not old
. Either way, thanks for the vacation in St. Bart’s and for the mini-one today. I really needed it.” I look at Drew who’s talking animatedly to Zane on his other side.

“I think you both did Sydney,” he says with a wink.

We rejoin the conversation with the rest of the table and I find myself in a strange situation. I’m enjoying myself with these recognizable Hollywood stars in a public place, even with the other diners watching our every move.

“Please?” I do my best poor me face and flutter my eyebrows at a very exasperated Bruce.

“I just don’t think this is such a great idea,” he says to me as we stand next to Drew’s rented McLaren Spider at the valet stand outside the hotel.

“Bruce, I’ve never even had a chance to learn. I’m almost twenty-five years old and don’t know how to drive. I can’t thi
nk of a better teacher than you.” I stick out my bottom lip to persuade the flustered man.

“W
e really should check with Drew.” He clutches the keys to his chest nervously.

Okay, now I’m mad. I’m a grown woman and I don’t need my fiancé’s permission to learn how to drive.

I exhale deeply in frustration, narrowing my eyes at Bruce. “I don’t need anyone’s go-ahead to learn how to drive. If you won’t show me then I’ll just find someone else…” I pull out my cellphone and start scrolling through it.

“Fine, fine. Don’t go anywhere with anyone else!”
He holds up his hand to stop me from doing something that would piss Drew off more than finding out that he taught me how to drive.

Smiling, I climb into the passenger seat and turn to Evan, who is patiently waiting behind me with a
n amused expression instead of his usual intimidating scowl. “Guess you’re in the SUV alone today big guy.”

Evan stifles a laugh and gets into the
massive car behind us. Bruce hurries around to the driver’s side and the sports car starts with a sexy roar. With a worried expression that I find quite humorous, he cautiously pulls it out into traffic.

“Alright, I’ll find a nice empty parking lot and we can start there, yes?”

“Sounds great!” I exclaim, excited for my first ever driving lesson. Living in New York since I was twelve, I never had the need to drive. I still don’t, but it’s something I feel like I should learn, especially after seeing how much fun Drew had driving this car yesterday. Normal people drive. I want to be as normal as possible.

Ten minutes later, we’ve switched places and I’m seated behind the wheel of the powerful machine. Nerves clutch at my throat
and I have difficulty swallowing. Maybe this was a bad idea. This is a really expensive car, I Googled it last night out of curiosity and they start at a quarter of a million dollars! Plus it’s fast, really fast. The only good thing is that it’s small and easy to maneuver.

I sigh and put my hands on the wheel, shaking off my nerves. I adjust the mirrors and catch Evan’s reflection in the nearby Suburban, laughing at me.

Great, at least someone is finding this entertaining.

I’m starting to freak out
now that I’m sitting behind the wheel. Bruce patiently shows me all of the controls and I’m relieved that this can be driven as an automatic, something I wouldn’t have expected in such a sporty car.

“Ready?” I ask Bruce who
seems as if he’s more nervous than I am, if that’s even possible.

Bruce shoots me a strange look.
“Uh, sure.” He explains what to do to put the car in drive. “Okay Sydney, just ease the car around the lot in a big circle.”

I let go of the brake and
lower my foot to the gas pedal. The tiny red car bolts forward faster than I expected. Shit too much! Not thinking, I jam my foot on the brake, afraid that I’ll go too fast and hit something. We slam to a stop and jerk forward in our seatbelts.

“Oops, I guess the pedals are more sensitive than I thought,” I say sheepishly. Both Bruce and Evan are staring at me incredulously. Evan more humorously than Bruce, who looks horrified.

“Yes, well, try pushing gradually this time,” Bruce says in a flustered voice.

I go agai
n and this time we start gently. The McLaren moves slowly down a row of parking spaces, its engine purring behind us.
This is easier than I thought
. I guide the expensive car around in a lazy circle and come back to our starting point.

“Hey! That wasn’t so bad
.” I turn to look at Bruce, “How’d I do?”

“That was great,” the older man says earnestly, smiling this time
instead of scowling.

By the time we’re done an hour later, I feel like an old pro. Maybe not enough to tackle a Los Angeles freeway or the crowded streets of New York, but at least I’m not completely useless. He had me park, go in reverse, and parallel park, which scared the crap out of me but I did it!

Bruce drops me off in front of the hotel and switches back to the SUV, handing the keys to a thrilled valet. I tell Bruce that I’ll call him when I’m ready to leave for my Dad’s house. We’re supposed to have lunch together but I’m so nervous, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to eat anything. This will be my first time alone with my dad since I was a kid.

Drew asked me to stop by to see him before I leave for m
y dad’s. I cross the lobby and head toward the suite of conference rooms that are holding the press junket for
Mind of the Enemy,
Evan trailing close behind.

We walk down the hall, me completely
preoccupied, thinking about my impromptu driving lesson when I’m jerked to a stop by a tight grip on my arm, practically yanking it out of its socket as I’m jolted back in surprise.

“Ow!” I yelp in pain.

Holy shit that hurt!

“You can’t go down there Miss, you don’t have credentials,” the studio employee says rudely.

“Oh,” I say lamely, trying to loosen his hand by shaking my arm.

Before I can explain myself
, Evan is right next to me staring down at the man who is currently holding my arm hostage.

“Remove your hand from her now,” he says, his voice threateningly composed.

One look at Evan’s face and I can see that he’s nowhere close to the calm demeanor his voice conveys, he’s flat out enraged. My bodyguards tend to keep a menacing yet neutral façade most of the time, so this blatant emotional display is atypical and pretty frightening.

The flustered man drops my arm but doesn’t back away from Evan’s hostile glare. I rub my shoulder and wince. Damn,
that hurts.

“She can’t go back there, and neither can you. No credentials, no entrance. Do you know how many people try to sneak back there to meet celebrities?” he says condescendingly.

Jesus
. It’s not like we’re sneaking into the Louvre to steal the Mona Lisa or anything. Drew asked me to find him. He didn’t mention needing a pass or credentials or anything like that.

“You don’t want to do this,” Evan says
, again using a deceptively calm voice.

“No credentials, no entrance,” is all the man says, arrogantly blocking the hallway. I feel like taking
his
credentials, which are hanging around his neck by a lanyard, and choking him with them.

Evan
gently guides me a few steps away from the man and pulls out his phone. I listen to what is certainly going to be an interesting conversation.

“Yes…”

“Right in the hall.”

“N
o credentials… I know.”

“D
oesn’t seem to recognize her, no…ummm,”

I see Evan looking at the red mark on my arm from where the man grabbed me and I drop my hand from my sore shoulder.

Uh oh
. I normally wouldn’t want this guy to get in trouble, but he really hurt me. He shouldn’t be physically assaulting people for any reason. All I wanted to do was to say good-bye to Drew, now it’s about to be turned into an ugly confrontation.

“He grabbed her
arm.”

“I
t’s red…yep.”

“Okay.”

Evan hangs up the call and puts the phone in his pocket.

“What are we doing?” I ask him, rubbing my shoulder again where the pain is the worst.

“Waiting.”

The studio employe
e looks lost and more than a little worried. He has no clue what just happened or what’s about to happen. The non-violent person in me wants to tell him to run far away, but I know that there’s no way Evan will let him leave this spot, especially not after telling Drew or Rhys or whoever he called, that the guy touched me.

A few seconds later, I hear a loud
noise coming from one of the nearby rooms and cringe.

Shit.
This is going to be so bad.

The door to one of the suites
flies open with a loud bang and Drew comes storming out, a furious look on his face. He’s followed by Jane and Rhys who are desperately trying to calm him down and rectify whatever he just said to whoever was interviewing him in that room. Drew won’t listen. He’s shaking them off and continuing towards us, his gorgeous face twisted into a mask of rage.

I want to sink into the
hideous hotel carpet and disappear.
This is going to be so awful.

“What the fuck!” Drew yells from halfway down the hall, startling people who are milling around
outside the conference rooms… assistants, reporters, and even other guests in the lobby nearby. I can tell by the expression on Drew’s face, and the Boston in his voice, that we’re all about to see the infamous Forrester temper that only seems to come out when I’m around.

“Sorry Mr. Forrester, we couldn’t get in without…” Evan pauses and looks at the now very un
easy man standing next to us, “credentials.”

Drew storms up to us and flicks his eyes up and down my body. I can tell the exact second that he spots the welt on my upper arm. His face clouds over and his eyes darken with fury
as he turns to face the employee.

“You laid your hands on her?” he says in his quiet, scary voice.
Oh shit!

“Drew, it’s fine.” I’m
trying to avoid a spectacle. Well, less of a spectacle than it’s going to be if I say nothing.

He ignores me, waiting for the man to answer. The terrified
guy is at a loss for words.

“But I… she didn’t say she was with you. They d-don’t have cred
entials. I…I was told no one…” He trails off his sentence when he realizes that there’s nothing he can say to dig himself out of this hole.

“Did you fuckin’
touch her?” Drew repeats, stepping closer to the shaking man.

The man glances over at me and I put my hand over the red spot self-consciously. Jane and Rhys have joined Evan and are watching the scene play out, knowing better than to interrupt Angry Drew. I can see sweat
forming on Rhys’ furrowed brow. He’s probably praying that Drew won’t hit this guy and cause a new PR nightmare for him to sort out.

“I… I didn’t know. I was just trying to stop people from entering.
”

I step up and take Drew’s hand in mine, hoping he’ll just let it go. “C’mon, I have to leave soon. Le
t’s just go.”

Drew squeezes his eyes shut and exhales through his teeth,
his body twitching as he desperately tries to control his anger. He looks down at me and I see his eyes flick over to my arm again. The redness is almost gone already.

“Don’t evah fuckin’ touch her again!
” he hisses at the cowering employee.

He turns and leads me down the hall, clutching my hand tightly in his. I decide not to tell him that he’s hurting my inju
red shoulder by pulling me along. That would no doubt cause him to turn around and beat the shit out of that guy without thinking twice. I know how hard it was for him to walk away without throwing a punch.

Drew leads me into an empty room and he slams the door behind us, locking everyone out.

“Are you okay?” he asks, the mask of rage gone and replaced with one of concern. He trails his hand up my arm and back down, looking for injuries or marks.

“Yes, I’m fine. You don’t have to threaten everyone who touches me Drew,” I tell him, knowing he won’t listen to a word that I’m saying.

He raises an eyebrow and gives me a hardened look that lets me know he thinks I’m being ridiculous. “Of course I do Sydney. After what happened at the theater, no one will touch you like that ever again.”

“Drew, he wasn’t trying to harm me. You can’t beat him up for grabbing my arm.”

“Sydney, I’m not arguing with you about this.” His voice begins to rise. “It doesn’t mattah who you are, he shouldn’t be grabbing anyone’s ahm hahd enough to leave a mahk!” he yells, his accent even more pronounced than before.

Or hard enough
to hurt their shoulder.

Okay, so he does have a poin
t. I hold my hands up in defeat. “Alright, you’re right.” I take a step forward and hook my thumbs in his belt loops, pulling him tight against me. “Thank you for coming and rescuing me,” I say as I stand on my toes to kiss him.

Drew groans and
places his mouth over mine. He puts his hands on either side of my face and deepens the kiss, leaving me gasping for breath when we separate.

“I have to go,” I murmur against his lips.

“I know, I do too,” he says, then continues kissing me.