Page 16 of Secret Admirer
Bart tasted better than any man who’d ever tried. His lips were like he offered her a Thanksgiving dinner complete with decadent deserts before the football game.
If she wasn’t sitting, she’d lose her balance right here, right now.
As the kiss ended, he asked, “How’s that for chemistry?”
“Definite chemistry.” She’d been ready to rip her clothes off, and his too, just to see every inch of Bart. “You’re probably never bored about anything.”
“Not with you.”
For now though, more would remain a fantasy. She turned away to get her mind straight.
The limo came to a stop and the biggest mansion she’d ever seen was right in front of her. Rebecca suddenly understood how that girl in those old books she’d read always felt small in comparison to the brooding castle.
This mansion was modern and glittered with festive lights. She’d never seen anything like it.
She scooted out of the limo and Bart stayed right behind her. Once they were out, she placed her hand on his muscular abs. “This is your brother’s house?”
“It is.” He offered his arm. “And my father’s before his.”
They linked arms as she stared up at the moon that shone down on the huge house, illuminating the path. She shook her head as butlers opened the two front doors. “It could be the set of a movie.”
He snapped his fingers as soon as they were inside and a waiter appeared with champagne. Bart took one and handed it to her, and then took his, second, as he escorted her into the mansion with a crystal chandelier that sprinkled light as fairy dust across the room and the people. “I think they are filming some of a movie here soon. This is the house my father lived in so it’s the family estate.”
His normal tone made him sound like they hadn't just stepped foot into a magical alternate reality. Rebecca recognized two celebrities. She turned back toward Bart. They all had the same cheeks and chin. She covered her lips and said, “Wait!”
“What?” Bart squeezed her hand.
She motioned with her head in an effort to be discreet. “Bart, your last name is Morgan?”
“Yes. I mentioned that.”
“I’m just putting this together now that I see you with your family. You’re related to Axel Morgan and Matthew Morgan?”
He pointed to the rock star and the movie star and tugged her toward them. “They’re my half-brothers.”
“I should have Googled you.” She shook her head while he led her toward people she’d never normally meet at the garage.
Bart winked at her as they approached and said, “I’m glad you didn’t though. Your reaction is cute.”
Cute? Cute wasn’t bad. She pulled herself closer to him as she said, “I honestly had no idea.”
“Come on.” He placed their practically filled flutes on a table, and then continued directly toward the celebrities.
She tugged on his arm and said, “Where are we going?”
He grinned. “You’re going to meet my two brothers, right now.”
“I can’t.” Heat rose in her face. “I don’t talk to movie stars or rock stars in my everyday life.”
“You were confident talking to me.”
“But you weren’t on the movie screen or blasting in car radios while I was under the engine.”
“It’s interesting to imagine you working with your hands.”
Before she knew it Rebecca stood with some of the hottest celebrities she’d ever heard of. Melissa would never believe her, about this moment. Bart kept a casual arm around her waist and then introduced her to the rock star and his model girlfriend. “Axel, Emily, this is Rebecca. She’s a big fan of Axel's.”
Her lips pressed together as her face burned. This wasn’t good. She wasn’t a stalker or anything, but their faces were on every magazine when she checked out at the grocery store. She glanced at the polished floor as she said, “And you too, umm… Emily. I liked your opinion on the red carpet.”
