Ready, Set, Action!

- Four - || Parties & Paparazzi

"What are you doing here?" I say, in shock.

"Hey chica, calm down. I thought I was your favourite actor of all time?" he drawls.

I follow his eyes as they travel up and down the full length of my body. "No, sorry, I meant what are you doing here, like at my apartment, I was expecting Becky, not you..." I trail off, once again not meeting his eyes, I felt that they were too intimidating.

I briefly take in his appearance and no doubt he looks quite good. He's wearing a nice, fitted suit that looks really expensive and his hair is styled in that amazing quiff that makes him look worth a million dollars, no more.

"Listen, Becky has fallen ill all of a sudden and she can't make it to the party tonight. She didn't want to blow you off or anything so she asked me to give you a ride" he says.

"If that was the case, why didn't she let me know or anything" I challenge.

"Good point" he grins. "Well, she knows that if she told you that she wasn't attending you would make an excuse along the lines of 'Well there's no point of me going', so she left it as a surprise" he makes jazz hands.

"Some surprise" I mutter.

"Look, here's another thing I guess you were expecting Becky to do" he begins, leaning his attractive posture against my doorframe.

"And what exactly is that?" I say, grabbing my clutch bag from the drawer.

"To zip you up, right?" he smirks.

"Oh gosh," I drop my clutch and it hits the ground with a thud. I curse under my breath and frantically fiddle with the zip that I know won't zip up unless someone else helps. I can feel Alex watching me try with no luck.

"You want a hand with that?" he offers.

"Yes, please" I say quietly and turn around for him to do the zip. His cold hands feel like ice against my heated back, and I shudder slightly at his touch.

"Here chica, I don't bite" he giggles softly to himself.

"I know that" I grumble and then turn around once he's done. I pick up my fallen clutch bag, and at the same time, Alex bends down to get it for me. Our hands meet and I can't stop blushing at this cliché coincidence. He looks at me awkwardly and it's times like these when I want to scream at Becky. I quickly pick up my clutch bag, and sling the chain round my shoulder. He hooks his arm around mine and leads us both outside to an awaiting black car, with leather seats and a sleek, expensive body.

"Erm, what are you doing?" I babble as I try to keep up with his speed in my ridiculously tall heels.

"I am escorting m'Lady to the car" he smirks and then in a split second he changes his mind. He throws us both to the floor, ducking behind the overgrown nettle bush. "Stay quiet, don't move or whisper or even breathe loudly" he whispers.

"What - why?" I demand, frustrated at how he made my bottom sore with the blow to the ground. All of a sudden I can see flashes of bright, blinding lights snapping wildly. 

"Oh...that's why" I whisper. For some odd reason, I forgot that Alex, is a celebrity and that the paparazzi must be lurking around wherever he goes. A snap of him linking arms with a girl, with both parties dressed up, only implies one thing.

The one thing that could ruin my job for me.

The one thing that could leak my whereabouts to the ones out on probation...

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"Can we freakin' go now?" I whisper shout at him.