Lindsey Kelk 5-Book 'I Heart...' Collection (55 page)

Yes.

‘No.’

Wow, I said no.

‘Really?’ James looked a little bit surprised. ‘I thought, maybe, you would want to, you know, come back?’

He wasn’t nearly as surprised as I was. ‘But I can’t. It’s just really not a good idea.’ I looked back to the table. Tessa had left and Daphne was nowhere to be seen. Jenny, however, was sitting staring at me, her mouth wide open and clapping excitedly. ‘I think I’m going to grab Jenny and go home.’

‘OK.’ He squeezed my hand and nodded at Blake back at the table. I couldn’t help but notice that he did not look pleased. To say the least. ‘Let me get you a car at least. Don’t go anywhere.’

Before I had chance to escape, Jenny was at my side. ‘Angela. Clark. Oh. My. God.’

‘Shut up, I know.’

‘You just made out with a movie star.’ Jenny’s smile was so wide, she had to be in pain.

‘I don’t think one kiss is making out,’ I said.

‘Who says you have to stop at one kiss?’

‘Jenny, if you’re so desperate for someone to shag a movie star, why don’t you do it?’ I closed my eyes and tried not to think about James’s offer.

‘Angie, if I could, I would,’ Jenny said. ‘And it would be amazing. For him.’

‘Whatever.’ I needed to get out of there. ‘Honestly, if you don’t stop talking about sex instead of doing it, I’m going to have to sleep with you. It’s getting really boring.’

‘You should have just said.’ Jenny looked stung. ‘I didn’t realize I was boring you.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t mean that. Ignore me.’

‘No, please go on,’ Jenny’s mood flipped. ‘Tell me more about my problems.’

‘No, I’m not saying what I mean,’ I sighed, my brain too messy to make sense. ‘It’s just that, well, you do keep talking about it an awful lot without actually doing it. And it’s not like you can’t just pull someone, is it?’

‘Did it occur to you that maybe I don’t actually want to sleep with some random guys?’ Jenny asked. With me in her heels and her in my flats, I towered over her, but clearly she could kick my ass at any height.

I paused for a moment. ‘No?’

‘Well maybe it should.’

‘But everything you said?’ I rubbed my forehead.

‘Jesus, Angie, for someone so smart, you really are so dumb when it comes to guy stuff.’ She folded her arms tightly. ‘Do you honestly expect me to stand here making you feel better because some hot guy is throwing himself at you while your devoted boyfriend breaks his heart over you back at home? You want me to make you feel better because you have two guys after you while I can’t even keep one?’

Jenny pushed past me and threw herself into the crowd, towards the door. She was right, I was incredibly stupid, but not just at boy stuff. I wasn’t terribly good at girl stuff either. The bar was so busy, I could only just see the top of her hair weaving through the crowd on the way to the door before she vanished.

‘Genius, Angela,’ I muttered to myself, all alone in the middle of the packed bar. I didn’t know what to do. There was only one thought that was crystal clear and that was my growing need to pee. I pushed my way through to the toilet and rapped on the closed door.

‘Hello,’ I shouted over the music, ‘is anyone in there?’ No one was answering but the door was stuck and my last martini was not prepared to hang around and see if anyone came out in a couple of minutes. Better to be embarrassed at seeing someone else having a wee rather than have everyone in the bar see me wet myself, I figured. I looked around quickly before grabbing the handle and giving the door a quick bash with my hip. For the first time since I walked into Bar Marmont, I thanked the lord that I was a size 12.

The door gave more easily than I had expected and I tumbled through backside first, losing my balance. I closed my eyes and held my hands out to avoid spending any more time face first on a toilet floor, but instead of hitting the wall, I felt something warm. And human.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ demanded a gruff voice as I span and smacked my eye straight into the door handle.

‘OhmygodImsosorry,’ I squealed, trying to get out but my stupid heels wouldn’t let me move fast enough. My eye throbbed as I fumbled for the handle but the door had got stuck shut again. I just had to get out of there.

‘Angela?’

I froze on the spot and wondered if there was any chance I could actually will myself backwards in time. Of course it wasn’t a stranger that I had just busted getting hot and heavy in a toilet, that would be too easy. Of course it was James. And of course everyone would assume I’d come in here to join in. But if he wasn’t in here with me, who the hell did he have pressed up against the wall?

‘Oh shit.’

I opened my eyes slowly. Standing close to James, hands lost in his brown curls, the same curls I’d been twirling around my fingers minutes ago, was a very flustered-looking Blake. And while James had managed not to give me stubble burn when he kissed me, Blake wasn’t quite so talented. James’s smooth tanned jaw line was red raw, his eyes wide and dark.

‘I–I have to pee,’ I said, stunned. Without words, Blake’s arms dropped to his sides. He looked from me to James and then back again before shoving me out of his way (which really only left into the wall) and yanking the toilet door open.

‘Angela, I can explain,’ James said quietly. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’

‘I really need to pee,’ I repeated, staring at the floor.

‘Right, OK.’ James wiped his mouth hastily. ‘I’ve, erm, called the car for you. And I’ll wait outside. I should explain or something. I want to explain. I’ll just wait outside.’

James closed the door carefully behind him but I still couldn’t move. As if I needed more evidence that Jenny was right. I really was stupid when it came to boys.

Eventually I snapped out of my trance, peed and washed my hands, but I really didn’t want to go back out into the bar. What was I going to say? What was James going to say? And was Blake actually going to be done with it and murder me now? I just couldn’t quite believe what I’d seen.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Not a good sight. My hair was a total mess, my eyeliner was smudged halfway down my face and apparently shock did nothing for my complexion. I’d never seen myself look so pale. I took my Stila convertible colour out of my bag. Perhaps if I looked better, I’d feel better. I smudged the fuchsia pink onto my cheeks and lips. Or perhaps I’d look like a very surprised clown. I felt so stupid. How could I not have seen this?

Opening the toilet door and crossing everything I could in the hope that James and Blake had left, I headed back into the bar. There they were, standing opposite me, James looking absolutely terrified, Blake with a surprisingly blasé look on his face. He raised an eyebrow at me, whispered something to James and then left.

‘So,’ James pressed his lips into a thin line. The lips I’d kissed. The lips that had kissed Blake.

I stood and stared at the floor.

‘Angela, we have to talk about this,’ he went on.

‘No, really, we don’t,’ I replied. I just wanted to be away from him. I wanted to be back at home, wrapped up in my duvet with Alex.

‘Angela, please.’ He stepped forward and held out his hand, but I shot back. It was too much, I needed to leave.

‘James, please, I just want to go home,’ I said, shrinking away from his hands and starting out through the bar. I’d got as far as the door before he came after me.

‘Wait!’ James shouted. Everyone between him, me and the door stopped everything they were doing and stared. He made the space up between us in moments. ‘We have to talk about what you – what you think you saw,’ he added quietly.

‘You mean you kissing Blake?’ I asked.

James went slightly grey and pushed me out through the door.

‘Please, don’t,’ he said, putting a firm arm around my shoulders.

‘What? You weren’t kissing Blake?’ I tried to shake him off. ‘Let me guess, you were giving him mouth to mouth?’

‘Angela, honestly, there are people, paps, everywhere.’ James gestured to the street below us and tried to steer me towards a parked Lexus at the side of the road. ‘Just get in your car and I’ll explain.’

‘Explain that you were kissing Blake?’ I asked.

The pack of paps at the bottom of the stairs all turned together.

‘James, over here!’ one of them sniped behind a sea of popping flashbulbs. ‘Give us a smile?’

‘Well?’ I stopped on the steps and shrugged. ‘Are you going to tell them or am I?’

‘Why don’t you tell us, honey?’ he called back. ‘We’ve heard James’s side of the story a whole bunch of times before.’

‘Angela, please,’ James held on to my hand and squeezed. ‘Don’t.’

I paused and looked back at him. He really was disgustingly beautiful. But I had never ever been so angry with someone in my entire life.

‘No. No way, you’re completely out of order and—’

Before I could finish, James grabbed my face in his hands and planted a deep kiss on my lips. Well that was one way to shut someone up. My traitor eyes closed instinctively; I knew the flashbulbs were going into overdrive all around us, but he suddenly dipped me so low that there was no way I could wriggle free. Before I could think of anything, James pulled back, scooped me up and dived into the waiting car. The shock of the freezing cold air-con, the soft leather seat and the speed at which the car tore off from the pavement shocked me into silence.

‘Angela, I’m really sorry.’

I stared at the back of the seat in front of me.

‘It’s just … it’s complicated.’

Absolute silence.

‘I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. Not really.’

I turned to face him.

‘You didn’t mean to lead me on?’

‘No.’

‘So you didn’t mean to kiss me when we were dancing?’

‘Well …’

‘And you didn’t mean to flirt with me all week?’

‘No, that’s not what I meant.’

‘So you haven’t been flirting with me all week?’

‘This isn’t what was supposed to happen.’

I turned back to stare at the seat. ‘I didn’t realize there was a plan.’

James’s phone chirped into life.

‘Blake?’ I asked, trying to make out something familiar beyond the darkened windows. I had no idea where we were.

‘Blake,’ James sighed.

‘He must be pissing himself laughing at me.’ I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair. The sun was really drying it out; I’d need to get the split ends sorted out when I got home. Shocker; another shitty thing about LA. ‘So what was supposed to happen?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘If this wasn’t supposed to happen, what was?’ I asked, looking at my reflection in the tinted glass. The girl looking back looked so pathetic, I didn’t recognize her.

‘Angela, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,’ James said quietly.

I just couldn’t get over how tragic I’d been. Jenny was right, what was wrong with me? I’d lost my grip on myself so easily.

‘James, did I ever tell you what happened with my ex?’ I asked, finally.

‘Alex?’ James asked.

‘No, I don’t think he’s technically my ex yet.’ The Angela in the window looked back at me. I wiped away the lip gloss that was smudged around her mouth and fluffed her hair. She was starting to look a little bit more familiar. Familiar and really, really pissed off. ‘My ex-boyfriend in London. He was cheating on me with this girl from his tennis club. I found him having sex with her in the back seat of our car at my best friend’s wedding.’

‘Oh,’ James sounded more than a little bit confused. ‘Sorry.’

‘Mmm. It was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life.’ I traced my reflection’s features in the steamed-up glass of the window. ‘It was awful … horrible. Being embarrassed like that in front of all my friends, my family. Being betrayed by someone I trusted. Honestly, I thought I’d never get over it.’

‘I can imagine,’ he said cautiously.

‘But once I’d pissed in his shaving bag and vanished halfway around the world, I felt a lot better.’ I reached across the seat and took James’s hand.

‘Really?’ he breathed out.

‘Yeah. Oh, and I might have broken the groom’s hand during his first dance.’ I gave James’s impossibly clammy hand a quick squeeze. ‘He knew about the affair and didn’t tell me. Don’t you think that was a really shitty thing to do?’

‘Yes?’ James’s tan had faded to a slightly sickly green colour.

‘I can’t begin to imagine what I would do to someone if they embarrassed me in front of – oh, I don’t know – the entire celebrity-obsessed Western hemisphere?’

‘Angela, seriously—’

I squeezed his hand tighter. ‘God, I don’t know. I’d have to pay some tramps to shit in his car or something.’

‘Really, I’ll sort it all out,’ James squeaked.

‘Or I could go back, have a chat with the paps about his secret gay lover?’ I shrugged.

For a moment, James fell silent. ‘They wouldn’t believe you.’

‘I reckon there’re two schools of thought there, James.’ I dug my fingernails into his palm before throwing his hand back in his lap. ‘The first one, which I was really clinging to until tonight, is that yeah, no one really believes what they read on celebrity websites. But the other one is the one that has really stood the test of time.’

His gorgeous blue eyes were completely blank. It was quite depressing.

‘You know how they say there’s no smoke without fire,’ I pursed my lips. ‘It would be excellent gossip, wouldn’t it? Even if no one believed it. Definitely worth printing.’

‘No one would print it,’ James shook his head. ‘It’s too dangerous. They’d think I’d sue. And you wouldn’t do that.’

The car suddenly pulled to a stop. I opened the door to see a row of stars stretching out along the pavement. We were in front of The Hollywood. Thank God.

‘Angela, please. We have to talk.’ James reached out to pull me back into the car.

‘Do you really want to piss me off any more this evening?’ I asked, shaking off his hand. ‘I was serious about the tramps.’

He let go of my hand, launching me out onto the pavement. I stumbled forward, catching my balance between Greta Garbo and Julie Andrews. Great, a nun and a recluse. Also known as my future.