Hollywood Princess (Hollywood Royalty 2)

“There is only one bedroom,” I tell him as he sits on the couch. “There is one king-size bed.” I walk over to the bag in the chair that he brought in and grab my phone out of it.

“What are you doing?” he asks me, and I look at him.

“I’m calling Cori.” I look at him. “There is only one bed.”

“It’s almost four a.m. She’s probably sleeping,” he says, kicking off his shoes. He gets up, bending over, and pulls out the couch cushion. “There is a pull-out couch.” He brings the cushion to the table in the corner and then moves the glass table over. I watch him pull the bed out of the couch. “See, it’s fine.” I look at the pull-out couch, wondering if it’s really going to be okay. But I don’t get to say anything to him since there is a knock on the door. Brian walks to the door and then comes back with the luggage cart and all the suitcases. “Can we unload this tomorrow morning?” he asks, and I nod.

“There is only one bathroom, and you can only access it from the bedroom,” I tell him, and he looks up.

“Tomorrow, we’ll figure it out,” he says, peeling his shirt off. “I need sleep, and you need sleep.” I nod, watching him walk around the bed and then sitting on the bed. “Goodnight, Kellie.”

I turn around. “Right. Goodnight.” I walk to the bed, grab two pillows, and then walk to the couch and hand them to him. “Here you go.” He’s sitting on the side of his bed with his head down. He looks up, and I see the little flecks of gold in his blue eyes.

“Thank you.” He holds out his hand, and I hand them to him and turn to walk away from him. I wanted to stand between his open legs and put my hands on his cheeks, then bend down and softly touch his lips. Instead, I turn and walk away. Pulling the bedding back, I slide between the cold sheets. I turn on my side and watch him get ready for bed. He doesn’t take off his pants. He just goes under the covers, then leans over and turns off the lights. It’s now all dark, and I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I close my eyes and then open them again, my eyes watching the figure right in front of me until my eyes don’t open anymore.

The flushing toilet wakes me up, and my eyes slowly open. I’m in the same position I was when I fell asleep. Looking over at the bedside table, I see it’s just after ten twenty-seven. I look over at the couch and see the covers thrown over. I hear water running from the bathroom and then the sound of the door unlocking. I hear him walking down the little hallway to the bedroom.

“Morning,” he says when I look up at him. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No,” I say softly. He walks out and makes the bed back to a couch, and then places the pillows back on it. “Did you sleep well?”

“As well as one can with a metal bar in the middle of his back,” he answers, looking at me and laughing. “It was fine.”

“We should have just gotten you a room.” I toss the covers aside and then make my way to the bathroom. When I come back out, I hear him hang up the phone.

“I ordered you breakfast,” he says, and I see he put his shirt back on. “I didn’t know what you would want, so I got both pancakes and waffles.”

Nodding at him, I open the shades and look outside. “Nice view,” he says from beside me. I look out and see the John Hancock building to the side.

I turn and walk to the couch. Sitting, I grab the remote. “What episode were we watching?” I look at him, turning the television on.

“Nine, I think, maybe ten,” he answers and then turns and looks at me. “What did you have planned for today?”

“Nothing,” I say happily. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Good,” he says, turning. “I’m taking you out.”

I look over at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we are going to eat breakfast and then I want you to get dressed. We are going to go out and then we are going to go around the city,” he tells me, coming to sit down next to me on the couch. He grabs his phone and starts typing on it while I sit here and try to dissect what he just told me. I don’t even pay attention to the episode I’m watching especially after the knock on the door, and the man comes in. This time, he leaves the cart since there is no room on the little table for all the plates he brought. I get up, going to the table, and pour a cup of coffee.