Hollywood Princess (Hollywood Royalty 2)

Let’s catch up after the tour.

Henry.

“Breath of fresh air,” I say, laughing. “That’s an interesting choice of words.”

“The guy is a tool.” My eyes go from the card to Brian who is picking up the remote and turning on the television. “Take the flowers out of here.”

“Um, excuse me.” Leaning in, I smell the flowers. “These are beautiful.”

“Whatever the case,” Cori says, walking to the door, “Christina wants your number.” She looks at Brian, who glares at her. “And Henry would like a second date.” She opens the door now. “You can fight when I leave.” She slams the door behind her. I look at the door, and when I hear her door slam, I look at Brian who is sitting on the couch watching CNN.

I grab one vase of flowers and bring them to the coffee table in front of him, placing it in the middle. “It lights up the room.” I turn back to look at him, and he just glares at me. Going back to the table, I place the white roses in the middle of the table. “Did you order breakfast?”

“Yeah,” he says from the couch, not looking back. He’s comfortable with his legs outstretched and his feet propped on the coffee table. “I got pancakes and fruit and a bunch of other things.” I look at him, and he finally looks back. “I’ll eat the fruit.”

I smile and then walk to the bedroom, grabbing my phone and going to the balcony to sit, leaving him alone. I scroll through my Instagram and like a couple of posts when I hear a knock on the door and then voices. When I get up and walk in, I see that he moved the vase of flowers to the coffee table. Now the dining room table has five plates with silver covers on them. In the middle is a platter of fruit, a crystal pitcher of orange juice, and a black urn of coffee. I walk over as he is taking the lids off. He ordered eggs, scrambled and over easy, waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausage, and toast.

“I didn’t know if you ate anything else,” he says, grabbing a plate and loading it up with food but not touching the stack of pancakes, “so I pretty much ordered everything.” I grab a couple of blackberries and toss them into my mouth. I sit at the same chair I sat in last night while we ate. Picking up the empty plate, I slide a pancake on it and pour a heaping amount of maple syrup over it. “We leave at eleven thirty?” he asks while he eats.

“I have sound check for about an hour, depending on what else is going on, and then I work out. I usually come back and nap, then I head to the venue about five.” I cut the maple-soaked pancake, and it melts in my mouth.

“Where do you work out at?” he asks me, grabbing a waffle but just putting a touch of maple syrup on it. “Do you do it at the venue or here?”

“There is a gym in every venue, so we use that one,” I tell him. “There is a trainer there with me, and it’s usually just us. Sometimes, the backup dancers will join me.”

He nods. “I’ll bring my gym stuff.” He doesn’t say anything else, and we eat, watching the news on the screen. After helping clear the dishes, I grab my phone and go into the room to get dressed. I pick up the big Louis overnight bag, and I toss my pjs in there. I open the little luggage with my everyday clothes and grab a pair of light blue jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. I also grab the tan-colored thick cashmere jacket, then zip it closed. I open the shoe luggage and laugh. Maybe Brian is onto something with his one carry-on bag, I think when I get down on my knees and go through the different booties I have. After grabbing the cream-colored open-toe booties, I slip my feet into them and get up. As I pick up my purse, my phone buzzes, and I see that Cori is on her way, which means we need to get going. Grabbing my jacket, I walk out and find Brian standing there in black jeans and a black short-sleeved polo shirt with the two buttons at this neck open. I smell his cologne as soon as I walk close to him. He looks up from his phone with his aviator glasses already on.

“Cori is outside,” I tell him, and he nods, following me when I walk to the door. He closes it behind him, making sure it’s shut and locked. Cori is already sitting in the golf cart waiting.

“I love that outfit,” she tells me when I sit in the front behind the wheel. “What are you doing?”