A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(19)

“Then I see no reason why you need to call Rick,” he said.

She had to snort at that. “Of course you don’t.”

“If you’re upset about the amount of work that we have ahead there’s nothing that I can do about that. Those are the obligations we have and if we want your launch to be a success we have to do it,” he explained slowly as if he were talking to a child, further irritating her.

“I have no problem with the work,” she admitted as she peered under the bed and sighed. It wasn’t there either.

“Then what’s your problem?” he demanded.

“You,” she snapped, not even bothering to look up at him.

“You need me, Miss. Harris,” he explained, sounding pissed. “I’ll guide you through this process, get you into the best venues and make sure you’re a success.”

“Anyone from your company could do that,” she pointed out, wondering where her phone had run off to.

For a moment he didn’t say anything and she was glad. It gave her a chance to focus all of her attention on finding her phone and figuring out what the heck she was going to say to Rick. She didn’t want to get him in trouble despite how much he irritated her, but she didn’t see any way around it. If she didn’t say something he’d walk all over her and that’s the last thing she needed right now, especially after last night.

“Finally,” she mumbled when she spotted the sleek black phone peeking out from the corner of the light tan couch. She reached out to grab it only to gasp when a large tan hand swiped it up. She turned her glare up at him.

“You need me,” he said as he put her phone in his pocket, probably thinking that she wouldn’t make a grab for it.

He was right, darn it!

“No, I don’t,” she argued tightly as she came to her feet, holding her hand out expectantly.

“Really?” he asked with a cocky arch of his brow that she didn’t like, not one bit.

“Really!” she snapped back.

“Then how do you expect to get through your list without my help?” he asked, and judging by his smug grin she didn’t have to ask what list he was referring to.

“Face it, Miss. Harris. You need me.”

Chapter 8

This was going to be too easy, he thought as his little recluse looked up at him through wide eyes as her mouth worked soundlessly. After her little rebellion last night he should have realized the odd little list he’d come across late last night would be the key to getting her under his control, but he’d still been angry that she hadn’t jumped when he told her to. That was fine because now it seemed that he could offer her what she desperately needed.

Him.

The only reason she agreed to come along on this tour was to try new things and apparently she desperately wanted to get out there and expand on that little goal, but there was only one problem with that. She was shy, painfully so. That was the reason she didn’t leave her barstool last night and the reason why she damn near bolted every time someone said hello to her today. If the only way to get her to stay and start behaving was to go through each item on her list with her then that’s what he would do.

If it meant that she would listen to him then he’d do all the things on her list that had him rolling his eyes last night. Half the things on her list he’d done before and actually enjoyed so that wouldn’t bother him. Of course the only way to have time to do anything on her list was to get their work done. She’d realize that and work her cute little ass off and do what he told her to do. Then he’d help her get through her list, but only if she did everything that he wanted first.

“I-I don’t need you to do that list,” she mumbled pathetically even as a bright red blush crept up her cheeks, painting her a liar.

“So you’ll be able to do all of those things on your list?” he asked before adding, “by yourself?”

She worried her bottom lip as she shifted nervously in front of him, but she didn’t say anything because they both knew the truth. Without him she wouldn’t have the balls to do anything on her list. There was a reason why she was a little recluse after all. She was too damn afraid to get out there and grab life by the balls.

Without him she’d only be able to write about life instead of living it.

He shook his head as he walked over to the hotel phone. “Face it, Miss.

Harris, you need me more than I need you.”

“No, I don’t,” she said weakly, probably some half ass attempt to stand up for herself, but he barely paid attention as he picked up the phone and ordered room service.

When he was done he sat down on the small love seat and relaxed as he watched the little recluse struggle to come up with a decent argument. When a minute passed and she still hadn’t been able to say anything more than a mumble he decided to take pity on her.

“Why don’t the two of us come to an understanding on the matter?” he suggested casually. “During this tour I will go with you and do anything that you would like to try. In return you will show up to book signings, interviews, conventions and anything that I need you to do on time and say more than two words to your fans. You will also make yourself available when I need you.”

She licked her lips nervously and he knew he had her by that little calculating expression on her face. She wanted this, badly. Not that he could blame her, he thought with a tiny ounce of pity. One look at that list and it was more than obvious that the woman hadn’t truly lived. It was actually pathetic to think that last night had been her first visit to a nightclub or a bar for that matter since that was also on her list.