Tempt Me Like This
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For Ashley’s part, Drew was impressed with her utter lack of reaction to Max’s piercings. Especially given the way she’d gasped when the woman backstage had pulled off her top and bared her chest for him to sign. Just thinking of it now made him smile again.
“James is caught in traffic, Miss Ashley,” Max said, “so I’ll head in with you to pick up your luggage.”
“It will just take me a few minutes to grab my bags,” Ashley said as she headed for the door. “Neither of you needs to come with me. Besides, I don’t have that much stuff.”
But both Drew and Max got off the bus behind her. “I have sisters,” Drew said, “so I know not that much stuff means different things to different people. A carry-on would be all Olivia would need for weeks. But Madison...” He shook his head. “She’d need to rent a storage trailer to pull behind the bus.”
“It sounds like Olivia has me beat,” Ashley said. “But not by much.” She pointed to the right. “The lockers are over there.”
They had taken only a handful of steps when Drew heard the telltale sound of fan recognition—shocked and excited screams followed by, “Oh my God, it’s Drew Morrison!”
Max immediately moved to step in front of them, but in an instant, they were surrounded by girls and women of all ages. “Ashley,” was all Drew was able to say to Max before he could no longer be heard over the excited and quickly growing crowd. Fortunately, his driver was already on it, covering her first and foremost.
“You’re gorgeous, Drew!”
“I love you!”
“I can’t believe it’s really you!”
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”
There were tears and requests for selfies and autographs and a ton of flashes going off all at once. He hadn’t thought to put on a low-brimmed baseball cap before leaving the bus, had been able to think only about Ashley. Now, he was cursing himself for not making at least that small attempt to disguise himself. He tried not to complain about the fame that had come along with his success—only his family knew just how much it sometimes bothered him—but things like always having to put on a hat and glasses when he went out in public weren’t easy to get used to.
Airport security rushed over and quickly pulled Drew, Ashley, and Max from the group to take them to a secure, glassed-in area behind the check-in desks. “We’re going to have to file a report about this disturbance,” the head security officer said in a stern voice. “You created a very dangerous situation for all of the passengers in the terminal today.”
“But none of this is our fault,” Ashley protested. “We just came in to pick up my bags from the storage lockers, and when everyone saw Drew, they started freaking out. He can’t help it that he’s famous.”
“I do know who you are, Mr. Morrison,” the officer said, the frown still furrowing his forehead. “My daughter has your poster on her wall. Which is exactly why you should know better than to walk into an airport unassisted by our security staff.”
When Ashley opened her mouth to protest again, Drew put his hand over hers. He felt a tremor run through her at the shock of contact—one that was rocking through his system just as much.
“I apologize for the disruption.” And he truly was sorry. It was never his intent to cause a scene in a public place or anywhere else. “We should have called to let you know we were coming in.”
“Or you could have let me come alone like I wanted to,” Ashley muttered as she deliberately slipped her hand out from beneath his.
The security team looked between the two of them with raised eyebrows while Max practically drew hearts in the air around them with his fingertips.
“While you fill out these forms,” the officer said, “we’ll get your bags, miss. What lockers are they in?”
“Just number 196, thank you.”
While Drew scrawled his name and other requested information on the form, he noted that Ashley filled out hers in an extremely neat hand. Jesus...even that turned him on.
He was screwed.
A few minutes later, Ashley had her two small suitcases, and the three of them were escorted out a side door and back to their bus by half a dozen of the security officers. “Thanks again for your help,” Drew said to them all.
“Before you go,” the head officer said with a slightly ruddy glow to his cheeks, “you wouldn’t mind taking a picture with me, would you? My daughter would just love it.”
“No problem,” Drew said, knowing the airport staff could have come down on them a lot harder for the disturbance he’d caused.
“James is caught in traffic, Miss Ashley,” Max said, “so I’ll head in with you to pick up your luggage.”
“It will just take me a few minutes to grab my bags,” Ashley said as she headed for the door. “Neither of you needs to come with me. Besides, I don’t have that much stuff.”
But both Drew and Max got off the bus behind her. “I have sisters,” Drew said, “so I know not that much stuff means different things to different people. A carry-on would be all Olivia would need for weeks. But Madison...” He shook his head. “She’d need to rent a storage trailer to pull behind the bus.”
“It sounds like Olivia has me beat,” Ashley said. “But not by much.” She pointed to the right. “The lockers are over there.”
They had taken only a handful of steps when Drew heard the telltale sound of fan recognition—shocked and excited screams followed by, “Oh my God, it’s Drew Morrison!”
Max immediately moved to step in front of them, but in an instant, they were surrounded by girls and women of all ages. “Ashley,” was all Drew was able to say to Max before he could no longer be heard over the excited and quickly growing crowd. Fortunately, his driver was already on it, covering her first and foremost.
“You’re gorgeous, Drew!”
“I love you!”
“I can’t believe it’s really you!”
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”
There were tears and requests for selfies and autographs and a ton of flashes going off all at once. He hadn’t thought to put on a low-brimmed baseball cap before leaving the bus, had been able to think only about Ashley. Now, he was cursing himself for not making at least that small attempt to disguise himself. He tried not to complain about the fame that had come along with his success—only his family knew just how much it sometimes bothered him—but things like always having to put on a hat and glasses when he went out in public weren’t easy to get used to.
Airport security rushed over and quickly pulled Drew, Ashley, and Max from the group to take them to a secure, glassed-in area behind the check-in desks. “We’re going to have to file a report about this disturbance,” the head security officer said in a stern voice. “You created a very dangerous situation for all of the passengers in the terminal today.”
“But none of this is our fault,” Ashley protested. “We just came in to pick up my bags from the storage lockers, and when everyone saw Drew, they started freaking out. He can’t help it that he’s famous.”
“I do know who you are, Mr. Morrison,” the officer said, the frown still furrowing his forehead. “My daughter has your poster on her wall. Which is exactly why you should know better than to walk into an airport unassisted by our security staff.”
When Ashley opened her mouth to protest again, Drew put his hand over hers. He felt a tremor run through her at the shock of contact—one that was rocking through his system just as much.
“I apologize for the disruption.” And he truly was sorry. It was never his intent to cause a scene in a public place or anywhere else. “We should have called to let you know we were coming in.”
“Or you could have let me come alone like I wanted to,” Ashley muttered as she deliberately slipped her hand out from beneath his.
The security team looked between the two of them with raised eyebrows while Max practically drew hearts in the air around them with his fingertips.
“While you fill out these forms,” the officer said, “we’ll get your bags, miss. What lockers are they in?”
“Just number 196, thank you.”
While Drew scrawled his name and other requested information on the form, he noted that Ashley filled out hers in an extremely neat hand. Jesus...even that turned him on.
He was screwed.
A few minutes later, Ashley had her two small suitcases, and the three of them were escorted out a side door and back to their bus by half a dozen of the security officers. “Thanks again for your help,” Drew said to them all.
“Before you go,” the head officer said with a slightly ruddy glow to his cheeks, “you wouldn’t mind taking a picture with me, would you? My daughter would just love it.”
“No problem,” Drew said, knowing the airport staff could have come down on them a lot harder for the disturbance he’d caused.
