Hollywood Playboy (Hollywood Royalty 1)

“I don’t think I’m comfortable in the press tour plane with Yamina and Yolanda, so I can book a flight and just meet you there.”

He shakes his head. “I got us our own plane. I’m not doing the press tour plane.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can catch a flight; it’s the same thing,” I tell him, walking to the bed. “It’s money wasted for nothing.”

“Jessica, we are flying together, period.” He looks at me and then leans forward, grabbing me and pulling me onto the bed. “It has its own bedroom,” he says, pulling me on top of him. “It’s just the two of us. I asked my parents, but my father wasn’t down with wearing a monkey suit again.” I laugh at him. I try to argue with him, but five days later, we are pulling up to the private plane, and climbing up the stairs. A table with four chairs is right at the entrance, a couch set right behind it with another two chairs and their own table.

“Welcome,” the flight attendant says. “We will be taking off as soon as we load the bags.” I smile at her and walk toward one of the chairs, setting my bag on it. “Would you care for some champagne?”

“Yes,” Tyler says, “but we’ll be taking it in the bedroom please.” She nods her head at him, and I look down embarrassed.

“She knows we are going to be having sex,” I hiss at him. “You don’t have to tell everyone.”

“Who said we are having sex?” He winks at me, and I go to sit down. The plane takes off, and the minute he can unfasten the seat belt, he grabs me and pulls me to the back, pressing a button and the door slides open. I walk in, and sure enough, in the middle of the room is a queen-size bed with two chairs on either side. I guess those are for landing. He closes the door behind me, locks it, and proceeds to not have sex with me, first in the bed and then in one of the chairs. We get up in the morning and go out to have breakfast, sit on the couch a bit, and then go and lie in bed. I fall asleep again while he watches a movie. We land with no fanfare; the only thing waiting for us is the car he ordered.

We make our way to the hotel, and there is no Yamina or Yolanda handing us our keys. “Do you want me to go check in so no one sees you?” I ask him, and he looks at me sideways.

“No.” He gets out of the car from his side, then walks around to open my door. “Come on.” He holds out his hand, and he doesn’t let it go. They try to upgrade him to a three-bedroom villa, but he turns it down. “It’s just the two of us, so there’s no need to do that.” The lady behind the desk nods her head at him and calls over the bellhop, telling him what villa we are in. We walk back outside and get into the four-seater golf cart as he takes us over to the villa. Rock mountains are all around us. We pull up to the villa, and Tyler gets out and holds out his hand. I walk up the steps, and when he opens the door for us, I take in the beauty of this room. Standing in the living room, I see a rock wall on my left and on my right is floor-to-ceiling windows that open with a private pool on the side. A single white loveseat is in the living room with a huge round brown ottoman. The fireplace is already burning and faces the pool. The bellhop drops the bag in our room that is right behind the rock wall, open on both sides. I walk into the room and the rock wall is there in front of the bed with the fireplace on both sides. A four-poster bed is in the middle with drapes to close us in if we wanted to.

“I didn’t bring my suit,” I tell him. Going back into the living room, I open the door and squat to touch the water. “It’s almost like a bath.”

“Are you hungry?” He picks up a room service menu to order us some food.

He smiles at me, and his phone rings. He answers it right away, and from his side of the conversation, it’s Yamina telling him what time the car will be picking us up. He hangs up after a couple of minutes. “The screening is at seven, so the car will be here at six fifteen.”

“Are you ever going to hire a new PA?” I sit on the couch next to him, and his arms open for me to lie beside him.