Adapted for Film by Stacey Rourke

Author:Stacey Rourke [Rourke, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance
Goodreads: 23963631
Publisher: Anchor Group Publishing
Published: 2015-03-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Flash bulbs exploded from every direction. Staring at the ground became imperative to prevent me from going blind in the frenzy. However unbearable I anticipated this being, it was oodles, gobs, and heaps worse.

“Greyson! Greyson, look this way!”

“Who’s your friend, Mr. Meyers?”

“Is this how you got the lead role? Nailing the author?”

“Aubrey! Have you and Greyson tried out Aiden and Paige’s tantric passion pretzel position yet?”

Well, that escalated quickly. I grimaced, shielding my eyes from the incessant flashes.

Greyson’s hand tightened around mine, gently tugging me to him. “We’re just trying to take a walk, guys. Can you back up a little, please?”

I didn’t have to glance up to know he’d adopted that charismatic grin that set hearts aflutter and panties dropping from sea to shining sea.

Unfortunately for both of us, the paparazzi had moved beyond niceties or polite requests. They surged forward, closing in and each angling for the prize photo that would land them that coveted cover spot. Claustrophobia had never been an issue for me … until that very moment.

The number of bodies seemed to swell around us: pressing, jostling, bumping, pushing in closer. Footsteps slapped against the pavement behind us. Greyson’s bodyguards—who had hung back at a respectable distance—were spurred to action by the chaos. Even they found it hard to maneuver through the pulsing ebb and flow of the crowd.

One photographer raised his camera, only to mistakenly elbow the man beside him in the chin. A scuffle—in the form of a less than manly slap fight—broke out between the two, mere inches from me. The rising tension riled the crowd into a frenzy that coursed and pitched around us, threatening to drag us down in with its wake.

Greyson shielded me behind one strapping arm. “Just keep walking,” he directed over his shoulder, his voice gruff with strain.

He was definitely playing it fast and loose on the use of the word walk. The best I could muster was a lock-kneed shuffle, propelling me forward a millimeter at a time, hopeful to find an end to this hellish nightmare.

“How long have you two been together?” Flash.

“Does this mean you and Julianna broke up, Greyson?” Flash. Flash.

“Are you in love, Aubrey?” Flash.

Sweat dotted my brow and streaked down my back. More than anything, I wanted to shed the sweltering layer of my coat and shove my way out of the crowd where I could breathe … and think. A twitch formed under my eye, pulsating with each relentless flash. Filling my lungs, I desperately sought one deep, cleansing breath. Even that was unattainable. Panic seized the air in my throat, squeezing it in an unrelenting fist that would not allow a whisper to pass. Tears flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. Unable to force myself forward another inch, I stood—rooted in my nightmare. Desperation setting in, I gulped and gasped. A water-board victim surrounded by that which would sustain her, but unable to claim it.

Oblivious to my dilemma, Greyson kept walking. His stride came to an abrupt halt when his hand, linked with mine, caught with a jerk.

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