I motion to her mug of tea. "It's shitty Lipton tea, but it's caffeine."
"Thank you." She pours hot water over her tea bag. Her eyes stay on her mug. "Is that normal? The fan."
"I've never been news before," I say.
She nods. "There was a lot about us on gossip sites."
"Nothing with your name."
"Not yet."
That's a fair point. "It will blow over as soon as a Kardashian does something."
"Even I know that name." She drags her fingers over her mug, the same way she dragged her fingers over her glass last night. "What if that's a while?"
"There will be a bigger story soon. Trust me. I've seen this happen with friends."
"Oh." She glances up from her mug. Her eyes meet mine for a second and she nods. "My family is really traditional. I don't think they check celebrity gossip. Except my sister. But if she found it, someone will."
Yeah. For a second, I feel like an asshole for not telling her I was famous. It wasn't on my mind last night.
But I should have warned her.
Even if this will blow over soon.
I'm about to insist on ordering breakfast before we get to talking—nothing like greasy food to fix a hangover—but something catches my gaze.
A guy in his thirties is taking our picture. Then he's not. Security goes to the guy and points to the no cameras sign on the wall.
But it's too late.
Bella is already freaked.
Better ease her mind. "They take rules seriously in casinos."
"And you know because…"
"Long story."
"I doubt that."
"I climbed the stage at one of those magic shows. I'm no longer allowed at any of the Caeser's casinos."
She laughs. "No way."
"Hey, the magician asked for volunteers. I was taking initiative."
This time her laugh is louder, brighter. "Did you really?"
I nod. "You want to see the article they wrote about me?"
"We were at the Venetian and the Paris last night."
"Neither of those are Caeser'
s casinos."
"You actually avoid them?"