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my apartment building. AWAITING THE
WILTED ROSE is one headline.
    Puh -lease . The only
thing wilted about me is these sweaty clothes I’m wearing. I hate how the media
gets ahold of news that is weeks old, dredging it up and twisting it into
something even uglier than it already is. They make things into a circus and I
have no desire to be their star attraction this month, but I am and there’s
absolutely nothing I can do about it. I just have to wait it out and hope some
juicier celebrity scandal pops up sooner rather than later. Greyson’s trip is
starting to sound a bit more appealing. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to disappear for
a while. This limelight lifestyle is starting to be too much.
    With one hasty swipe, I clear all of the messages and emails
before going inside for a much-needed shower. A quick scan finds all of my
toiletries have already been placed in the bathroom so I go straight for it. I
climb in the roomy shower and turn the water on with apprehension, but am
surprised again when I’m pelted with ample water pressure. This place really
rocks. I try shaking off my frustrations while the shower washes the sweat and
night of partying away. I take my time and hope Greyson will emerge from his
coma state by the time I’m done. It’s already past four in the afternoon and he
is still sleeping.
    After drying off, I wrap the towel around me firmly and go
check on my kidnapper. Sure enough, he is still sleeping.
    I lightly pat his bare shoulder. “Greyson, it’s time to wake
up…” I push his shoulder with a bit more force when he doesn’t respond. “Honey,
you’re sleeping your life away,” I nearly whine.
    He finally rolls over and squints up at me. “You smell a lot
better,” he mutters in that husky voice as he looks through half-shut eyes. I
guess that’s an insult, but I don’t play along.
    I need him awake and his eyes are dangerously close to
drifting back shut. Well, I know how to open them completely. “I look a lot
better too,” I croon, as I let the towel fall to the floor.
    Greyson shocks me by immediately closing his eyes and
slinging his arm over them. “Seriously, Julia,” he grouches out. “Put your
clothes on.”
    I laugh in disbelief. “Well… I’ve never heard that statement
spoke to me ever before. Leave it to
you, Stone.” I swipe the towel off the floor, but don’t bother with covering
myself with it. I pop him with it before heading to my suitcase. The door slams
shut behind me, so I storm back to it and yank it open. I find him sitting on
the side of the bed in just his boxers. He slings the covers over himself in my
surprise return and clamps his eyes shut once again. I think it’s right silly
how modest he is for a world-renowned model.
    “Get out!” He has the nerve to snap at me.
    “Look, buddy. This adventure was your big idea. It’s time
you get your butt up and explain it to me.” I stand my ground with my hands
perched on my naked hips.
    He rolls back on the bed and faces away from me. I hear him
mutter from under the pillow, “What have I gotten myself into?”

 

 
 
 
    Chapter
Four

 
 
                                                                                                                  
    Greyson
    “What have I gotten myself into?” I moan to myself. I don’t
have enough energy to put up with this chick. In seconds flat of listening to
her whine, I’m already bone-tired.
    “I’m not dressing until you get up out of that bed.” She’s gonna keep on nagging, and I know she won’t leave me alone
until I do.
    I roll over with my eyes firmly shut and stretch my sore
body, trying to work all the kinks out from driving through the night. “I’ll
take you back to New York tomorrow. I promise,” I grunt out, hoping to appease
her, but it doesn’t. Of
course.
    “No. I’ve decided to give this little trip a