Page 40 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“I’m sorry, Miss Jaime, but I’m going to have to pass on your offer.”

Chapter fifteen

ESCAPING ATTENTION

Olivia Sanders

Istood outside the burger place, the cold evening breeze blowing against exposed parts of my skin as I stared into the street. A black Highlander pulled up in front of me, and I watched as a man got down from the car and circled it.

Alex.

“You’re early,” I said as I handed him a paper pack.

“I had some work to clear out. What’s this?” He took the pack from me and studied it.

“It’s a burger. Are you ready?”

He looked up at me, an eyebrow raised as his eyes narrowed. “Ready for what? And why can’t we just eat inside?”

I scoffed as I grabbed his hand. “Save your questions for when you start a podcast. For now, just follow me.” I grabbed his wrist and led him through the street.

We dodged passersby and walked past a few blocks. My fingers latched around his warm skin as I pulled him behind me, the evening breeze still cozy on our skins. We bent into a curve leading to a dark alleyway.

“Just so you know, if we get jumped, I have no defense skills,” he said.

“So all that muscle is for show?”

“It actually is, honey. Iwasin showbiz before, you know?”

I rolled my eyes as I got to a door and pushed away some metal used to block it. “Yeah, you’ve proved your point. Once upon a time, you were a very important social figure. I’m sorry I undermined you. Now, would you give me a hand here?”

“Absolutely not,” he said.

I turned to him, aghast.

“For all I know, we could be breaking into . . . wherever this is, and I want my alibi to stand when I’m giving my statement,” he explained.

I scoffed. “You’re not getting arrested, and no one’s giving a statement. Now, grab that iron there. It’s ridiculously heavy.”

He groaned before reaching down and pushing the iron aside like it wasn’t even there.

“So much for showbiz muscles, huh?” I quipped.

“What happened to regular people having a regular dinner date?”

“First of all, there’s nothing regular about either of us. Secondly, we can’t give the media any rumors yet.” My keys jingled as I slid one into the lock and twisted. “And we’re in.”

I pushed the door open and walked into the dark building. Alex lingered outside.

“What? Are you scared of the dark now?” I teased.

He scoffed. “If only you knew the kind of things I do in the dark . . .” He trailed off, and I blushed, grateful for the pitch-blackness where I stood.

“Shut up and come inside,” I commanded.

He cleared his throat and walked in. I closed the door behind him, then searched through the air on my right till my hands came in contact with a lever. I pulled it down and watched as the space came to life.

Different shades of bright light sparked on one by one, reflecting on glass showcases and pretty leather seats to reveal a pretty diner. I turned to Alex, whose eyes were bright with shock. “What is this place, and why is it such a sight?”

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