Because He Steals Me (Because He Owns Me #6) Read Online Free PDF

I’d sipped the one Callum’s driver had given me on the way here, and then I’d left it in the back of the car. The caffeine was making me too jumpy. But I didn’t want to say no to her, either. Maybe getting a coffee with Kiersten would allow us to bond a little bit, and then I could very gently bring up the thing about Dean giving me his card.
    “Uh, sure.” I turned to the barista. “I’ll have a caramel spice latte.” I mouthed “I’m sorry” to the man standing behind Kiersten who I was basically cutting in front of. He gave me a tight smile.
    “You remember Aubrey,” Kiersten said, stepping to the side.
    Crap.
    My stomach dropped.
    Aubrey Zane was standing next to Kiersten, a glittery white baseball cap pulled down over her forehead, her long hair pulled back and tucked underneath it. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans that hung low on her tiny waist, a crisp white t-shirt under a cropped camo hoodie, and no makeup. Her face was gorgeous even without makeup, her skin poreless, her lips full, her eyebrows a perfect arch.
    She was biting her lip and texting on her phone, and she didn’t even glance up.
    Which was fine with me.
    Had Callum kissed her?
    The thought filled me with acidic jealousy. Aubrey had been with him last night when I’d called. Had they kissed? Had he held her hand? Was he planning on seeing her again? I realized sickly that Callum and I hadn’t worked out the parameters of our relationship, that although I’d basically signed my life away to him, we hadn’t discussed what the rules were for him . Was he allowed to see other people?
    “Yes, it’s good to see you again, Aubrey,” I said, even though we hadn’t actually ever officially met. But I had to say something – Kiersten would think it was weird if I didn’t.
    Aubrey sort of waved at me, a gesture that was half-acknowledgment, half-dismissal.
    “Okay, well, I’ll see you upstairs, Kiersten,” I said, accepting my latte from the barista, ready to rush into the Archway building before Aubrey could recognize me.
    But Aubrey looked up then – I wasn’t sure why.
    She was disinterested at first, her eyes automatically going back to her phone. But then she did a double take, and her eyes widened.
    “I know you,” she said.
    “This is Adriana,” Kiersten said, her voice falsely cheerful as she took a sip of her coffee. “She’s one of our publicity assistants. You two should talk about some of the promos we have planned for you.”
    “What?” I asked, surprised. Why the hell would Kiersten want me talking to Aubrey about publicity plans? Kiersten didn’t usually want me talk to anyone about anything -- she thought I was incompetent. Besides, the publicity push for Aubrey’s book was pretty much done.
    Aubrey had done some morning shows when her book had first come out, and she was scheduled for a few more, along with one of those Good Morning America live outdoor concert things. But as far as I could tell, the publicity push was over.
    “Adriana is one of our brightest young assistants,” Kiersten was saying. “I’m sure you two will have a lot to talk about.” And then I got it. Kiersten knew Aubrey’s book was a bomb. She knew it wasn’t doing that well, and so now she was happy to foist Aubrey off onto me.
    She would make me meet with Aubrey and then task me with a bunch of busy work that anyone with half a brain could do, like running a facebook giveaway or going down to Aubrey’s good morning America concert and handing out free books to her tween fans.
    “No, I know you,” Aubrey said thoughtfully, seemingly not listening to anything Kiersten had just said. “I saw you last night.”
    “What?” Kiersten asked. She sounded surprised that I would be anywhere that a famous pop star would be. Not that I blamed her.
    “You were at Callum’s last night,” Aubrey said. “You were waiting for him at his apartment.”
    “Callum Wilder?” Kiersten asked. Her mouth set into a thin line and her