To Love Jason Thorn (Page 42)

“It’s okay, Jason.” She covered my hand with her small one. “If you tell them who I am, or that we’re together, I’m sure they’ll eventually back off.”

I sighed. “I don’t think so. That will probably take some time. This is too juicy for them to ignore.”

When she pulled her hand away, I had to pull away, too.

I handed her my phone and asked her to dial Alvin’s number.

“Is everything okay, boss? Tom just called me and said you might need help.”

“It’s okay, Alvin. We handled it. Can you find out where Megan is? If she is at the office, I want to go straight to her. Olive is with me, and I think we need to sit down and have a talk.”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll get back to you.”

When Alvin called back, I was halfway to Megan’s office.

“She is not at the office, boss. She is wrapping up a lunch meeting at Chateau Marmont.”

“Fine then we’re heading there.”

“I suggested the same thing, but she said you’d need to have a private conversation. She said to tell you she’ll be back at her office in fifteen and to meet her there. Do you want me to get back to her?”

“No it’s fine. I’m minutes away, we’ll wait for her.”

When we made it, her assistant was already waiting for us and led us into Megan’s office.

“I know I didn’t ask, but I hope you have time for this,” I said to Olive once we were alone.

“The meeting? Yes, of course. I know I have to sign things.” She gave me a questioning look. “At least, I’m assuming I do.”

“You don’t have to sign anything you don’t want to Olive. I trust you.”

We were interrupted when Megan’s assistant came back to let us know Megan was a few minutes away and to ask if we wanted anything to drink.

We both declined.

“What is she going to talk to us about?” Olive asked once the assistant left.

“Aren’t you going to sit?”

She looked around as if she was only then seeing the big sectional on the far left side of the office and the set of armchairs in front of Megan’s desk.

“I’m good,” she said after a moment.

I walked up to her and held her by her shoulders. “She won’t leak anything we don’t want her to leak. For that, she needs to talk to both of us. Basically, we have to come up with a game plan for the marriage thing. That is, if you are absolutely sure, Olive.”

Rubbing her palms up and down her thighs, she nodded and looked at me. “I am. Like you said, if nothing else, it’ll be fun.”

I let my hands wander down from her arms and linked our hands together.

“It’ll most definitely be fun,” I murmured, her beautiful eyes pulling me in.

“That is exactly how I want people to see you,” Megan said as she barged in.

Olive gave a slight jerk. I sighed and looked at the ceiling.

“Hello to you, too, Megan.” Dropping one of Olive’s hands, I turned us to face my dear publicist. “Olive, this is Megan, a beautiful pain in my ass.”

Megan’s smile was sort of savage, but she still reached out and patted my cheek. “You would be lost without me.”

“If you say so,” I muttered and gave Olive’s hand a squeeze.

She was already smiling at Megan and I was having a hard time looking away from her lips. She gave my hand a tug, but I didn’t see why I should have to let it go so I held on. When she turned those green eyes on me with a small frown, I had to force my hand to let hers go. Immediately, she extended her hand to Megan and they shook hands, exchanging a few pleasantries.

“Okay, let’s sit down and have a chat,” Megan said as she took her seat behind her desk.

Olive chose to sit on the edge of her seat, her body giving off all kinds of stress signals: jumpy legs, cold hands, lip biting…

Lip biting could be fun, though. I could make lip biting into a fun activity for her.

“I assume you’ve come to an agreement,” Megan interrupted my thoughts—and good thing she did.

“Yes,” Olive agreed and turned her eyes on me, waiting for an answer.

I smiled at her and stole a small one right back from her.

“You should save the googly eyes for the press. You don’t have to act around me, too.”

I could’ve killed Megan right then. Olive’s startled gaze flew away from me, and I could hardly get her to look at me for more than a few seconds for the rest of the meeting, which wasn’t anything exciting at all.

“First and foremost we need to apply for a confidential marriage license and get that out of the way. We don’t want them to find out about it on their own.”

“Isn’t them finding out about the marriage the whole purpose of this thing?” Olive asked.

“It is,” Megan agreed. “But we want them to learn about it when we are ready for them to learn about it.” Megan turned her gaze to me. “I need you to buy Olive a ring. Do it before you leave. We want her to be seen wearing it.”

“We’ll go and choose something together?” I offered to Olive.

Before she could answer, Megan jumped in. “No. We don’t want anyone to talk about this. You know what, forget what I said. They’ll probably be trailing you, and we don’t want to give them that tidbit yet. Talk to Alvin, he’ll handle everything.”

Seemingly satisfied with her own plan, she nodded to herself and gave us more details on when we should be seen and how we should act out in public.

“I’ll print you out a list before you leave. I want you to be photographed almost everyday at any of those places until you leave for London.”

“When is he leaving?” Olive asked Megan.

“I’m right here you know, you can look at me, too,” I suggested lazily.

Her cheeks held an appealing blush when she finally looked at me. “Sorry.”

I gave her a long look. “I’m heading to London next week. It’s only for a few days.”

“And you are going with him,” Megan added, looking at Olive.

“I am?” she squeaked.

“Yes. And you’ll start wearing your ring at the London premiere. If you get questions you can answer them as long as you keep the answers short—but don’t talk about getting married—and change the subject back to promoting the movie. You two being there together will be good PR for the movie, too. Other than that, I don’t want you to talk to the press about Olive before you leave. When you are being photographed here in the city, just be yourselves, smile for the cameras…I don’t know, maybe hold hands, but keep it mild. We want everyone to be talking about you, and so far no one is sure if you are together or not. Seeing you two at the London premiere with a ring on her finger will be an answer enough on its own.”

“Don’t I have to sign anything?” Olive asked when Megan was done with her instructions.

Megan glanced at me with a quirked eyebrow. I stared back.

“Jason’s lawyers will handle that part,” she answered eventually. Keeping her stare on Olive, she leaned forward. “It’ll be in the contract, but you can’t talk about this to anyone. Not your parents, not your friends. Don’t even repeat it to yourself after this point. If it gets out that this was arranged, it will undo everything we are trying to do.”