Escorting the Actress (The Escort Collection 2)

"Hey there," he said, smirking, as he handed me a napkin. "It looks like you were dreaming about me."

"Ha ha." I furiously wiped my reddening face.

"We're almost there," he said.

I noticed he was no longer holding my hand.

"Missing something?" he asked, wriggling his fingers and flashing me a mischievous grin.

"No," I said, scoffing and still wiping my face. "You wish."

He put his head on my shoulder. I tried not to notice how good he smelled. I didn't even know what it was—some sort of mixture of shampoo and sleep and… virility. I shivered as my mouth filled with saliva again. I was literally drooling over him.

For fuck's sake, get a grip.

"Do you know where we're staying?" He sat up and stretched, yawning.

"No, Tori booked everything. She's supposed to send me an itinerary text when we land."

"Great." Kyle folded up the sports section and linked his hand back through mine. "I love romantic getaways."

I glared at him, a mixture of excitement and annoyance coursing through me. "You know that this isn't—"

He held up our linked hands again, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know what I'm gonna say."

I wished I had a human sexuality textbook handy. I felt as if I might need it, for a variety of reasons.

Kyle

There was a man holding a sign: JORDAN.

"Here we are," I told Lowell. I nodded toward the driver.

She looked at me quizzically. "Why does it say your fake last name?"

"We're trying to be incognito, right? Plus, I need to alpha this"—I pointed from me to her—"up a little bit. I gotta take the lead." I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the driver.

"I'm Evan," the driver said, flashing us a smile and shaking our hands. He was six-foot-three and had the neck of an NFL linebacker. "Tori arranged for me to drive you while you're here. I'll bring you out to the car and have your luggage brought out."

We settled into the back of an enormous Range Rover. Lowell was studying my face.

"If Tori made the reservations, how did he have your last name?" she asked.

I smiled and patted her head. "Because Tori and I finally met last night over Skype. I told her that we needed this trip to look like I was pursuing you—hard. I want it to be big. Romantic. Grand gestures, Lo. Grand gestures."

"You talked to Tori?" She looked mystified.

"Yup. I Skyped with her on your laptop while you were packing."

Lo furrowed her brow, looking more suspicious than mystified now, and her phone buzzed. She glared at it. "Tori," she answered angrily. "We just landed. You didn't tell me you talked to Kyle. On Skype."

She was quiet for a minute, and I heard Tori's muffled voice talking in what sounded like her normal, excited tones.

"Well, what if that's not okay with me?" Lo huffed.

Now Tori's tone sounded pleading.

Lo rolled her eyes, but her expression softened, just as it always did when she spoke to her friend. "No, I know… I know, Tor. I'm not mad." She looked at me and frowned. "At you."