Chapter 15

“You’re my date, remember? I may need to hold your hand, or it might look weird. When I take women out, they’re usually inclined to hang over me.” He shrugs again, those piercing eyes returning to the front of the car, giving me respite.

Of course, they do.

This makes me uptight. I want to run away.

Great, now he wants to touch me and cuddle up for the cameras; nowhere did I sign up for this in my employment contract.

“I have your permission?” He glances at me hesitantly, waiting for a response.

“Yes.” It’s my job. I’m anything but sure, but what harm could it do?

Keep reminding yourself of that, Emma. I’m sure I can tolerate hand-holding for a few minutes, even with him.

“Good.”

As the car draws up to a grand hotel, I’m not relishing what’s coming, and I’m trying not to over-analyze any of this. Before I know it, his driver is opening my door. I step out as Jake follows behind me. We immediately see the hovering photographers with lon