All Chapters of The Fontaines of Hollywood series: The Secret to Seduction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Roman's breath is warm against my ear.I have no idea what he's going to ask me, but I nod. "Okay."His phone buzzes on the table, but he seems to ignore it."What color is my shirt?" he asks.I'm not sure what I was expecting, but certainly something that was a little more relevant to our situation at hand."Blue," I say after thinking for a moment. "Grayish-blue.""Very good. And my pants?""Dark gray.""And my watch?"That one stumps me. I rack my brain, trying to remember what his watch looked like, but I can't. I don't remember a watch at all."I don't know," I tell him finally."What about my eyes?"My face goes hot. "Uh... hazel, mostly.""Mostly?"My fingers find the edge of the tablecloth again. "They're greener today.""Mm. And what did I order to eat?"That question seems a little out of left field, and anyway, I never heard him order. Heck, even though we've been eating for a full ten minutes now, I've been so focused on figuring out how to touch him I never

The following day, I'm still not sure what to make of my lunch with Roman. I have no idea whether my first "lesson" went well or went poorly - or even if my self-appointed teacher believes I've made any progress.What I do know is that I need to continue to up my game before the Hollywood Saves! event, so I've taken it upon myself to do some extra research on my potential targets. It's not unusual for me to spend my Sundays with a pile of celebrity news magazines, or combing the popular gossip blogs for the week's biggest stories, but today my reading is a little more focused. Today is all about the Fontaines.I've been intrigued by the Fontaine family since I was a little girl, since the very first time I saw a picture of Giovanna and Charles Fontaine on the cover of a magazine at the supermarket. They looked so beautiful, so glamorous - the perfect, classic Hollywood couple. After that, I inhaled everything I could find about them - every magazine article, every biography, every mo

At any other time, I would've enjoyed that compliment, especially from him. Right now, though, it only makes my panic worse."I can't do this," I say."You can," Roman assures me. "Think of it as a challenge."Why do people always say that when they're trying to convince you to do something you know you can't do? But it's clear that no amount of begging will get me out of this, not on Roman Everet's watch. I throw another glance in the mirror and run my fingers through my hair again. Up ahead, Hallevern's restaurant has already come into view. We definitely made good time.Please, please, please, don't let him be there, I pray. Maybe he's a fast eater. Or maybe Roman's tip was incorrect. I'm due for some good karma from the universe, aren't I?But any hopes I have of escaping this "lesson" are dashed when I see the photographers lingering outside the restaurant's doors. There are only half a dozen of them, but it's clear they're waiting for someone. A couple of them appear to be t

It's a perfectly executed landing. Hell, a little too perfect - as I start to sit up, stunned and thrilled that I managed to pull this off, I realize that my left hand is right on Dante's crotch.I freeze. Dante Fontaine's cock is right beneath my hand. Dante Fontaine's cock. This is... This is... terrifying. Thrilling. Insanely awkward. Absolutely amazing.And I have no idea what the heck I should do.I'm definitely touching it. Oh, God - it's right beneath my fingers. If I try to get up, I'll be pressing against it. If I move my hand at all, even to pull away, my hand will brush right over it. He'll think I'm trying to feel him up. I'm already feeling him up, even though it's an accident. And now I've been frozen for an ungodly long amount of time and he probably thinks I'm some sort of freak.There are hands on my arms. Dante Fontaine's hands. He's trying to help me up, trying to get me back on my feet."I - I'm so sorry," I say quickly. "I'm so sorry." God, his hands are so...

I don't know what's gotten into Roman, but I don't like it. He seems angry with me, but I have no idea what I've done. He was the one who dragged me here and told me to flirt with Dante Fontaine. He was the one who, just moments ago, was telling me the whole incident went better than I thought.If there's one thing these last few days have taught me, it's that I really, really don't understand men. And I'm not sure I ever will.Those thoughts circle through my mind as I make one last attempt to fix my hair. When I've finally gotten myself under control, I turn and walk back out into the restaurant.I have to walk right past Dante Fontaine if I want to leave. For a moment, that thought freezes me in my tracks, but then I shake my head and force myself to move. There's no escaping it, and I might as well get it over with. It's not like I can climb out the bathroom window or anything, not with these hips.I walk quickly around his table. Don't look at him, don't look at him, don't loo