Managing the Rockstar

Chapter 28

After the palace we got some lunch and walked around the grounds and area until it started to get dark. The doorbell rings with our food, neither of us feeling like going out after such a long day.

"Can you answer that P? Jim is calling."

I go to answer the door while Harry takes the phone into the other room. That's weird. Maybe just wants quiet. I try to keep the suspicious thoughts at bay. Harry isn't Dan.

Harry comes back in as I'm taking the food out of the bag.

"What did Jim want?" I ask opening my salad.

"Nothing important. Just checking in seeing how were getting on."

"Did you tell him horribly? Worst trip ever." I say laughing as he comes behind me, wrapping his arm around me.

"Really? That's vastly different from what you said a few hours ago. Should I tell the Duchess she was horrid?"

I turn in his arms and face him. "I would murder you in your sleep. Do you think Jim is suspicious?"

His lips purse and he sighs. "Probably but Jim doesn't care about problems until they exist. Even if he caught us in the act, if no one else knew I don't think he'd do or say anything." He laughs. "Honestly, he adores you so much I think he would do anything to keep you."

I smile knowing he's telling the truth. It makes me feel a little more at ease knowing Jim's in our corner. Well to an extent. We still have to keep it secret.

He leans down and kisses me, keeping his arms wrapped around my lower back. I feel his hands open and start to lower until they are on my butt. He gives a quick squeeze before releasing me and stopping our kiss.

I'm partly disappointed but also grateful. I don't want our first time to be quick lunch sex. I have plans for later.

"Let's eat I'm starving." I say as I place my hand on his chest. A subtle stop in our activities.

He smiles and gives a quick nod. "So I made reservations at Le Gavroche. It's a proper French place, bloody delicious. We can get all dressed up and get absolutely pissed on expensive wine."

I laugh taking a bite of my salad. "Sounds wonderful except I don't have anything fancy to wear in case you forgot."

He breaks into that mischevious smile again. "Well I may have had Candy send out for a few dresses...and shoes. And accessories." He laughs. "She sent pretty much everything you need. You can keep everything if you want."

My eyes light up in excitement before I smack him. "Are you kidding me?" I pull him into me and give him a kiss. "Can I see it all now?"

He laughs and rolls his eyes. "Fine. So impatient."

He grabs my hand and we walk to the guest room. He pulls open the closet door which reveals three dress bags, four boxes of shoes and two small shoulder bags, both looking chic and expensive. I reach for the bags and see they are YSL bags, one black and one beige. Jesus. I think these are like two grand each.

I look at the shoe boxes that say Stuart Weitzman. I don't even know who that is which means they are probably also expensive.

"I'm afraid to look at the dresses. I'm not keeping any of this everything is way to expensive."

"P." He takes the dresses of the hangers. "None of this cost me anything."

He lays the dresses one by one on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I ask as he starts to unzip the first one.

"I mean most designers give away stuff to celebrities to get exposure or get in their good graces. They send me something I like, I wear it and get photographed wearing it...it flies off the rack."