5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  Knowing he would have to depend on his team to see if they could come up with a solution, he turned off the car and walked around to the passenger side lifting her into his arms again. She weighed nearly nothing as he carried her inside, and he shook his head as he looked down into her sleeping face wishing he could do something to protect her from what would be happening in the next few days. All his earlier anger vanished at the thought of what this event would cause her personally.

  She didn't stir as he carried her up to the guest bedroom and laid her gently down on the silken comforter. He removed her tennis shoes and socks carefully, not wanting to wake her, then impersonally pulled off her jeans. She only murmured under her breath at the action, and he knew she was well beyond her alcohol limit. Covering her up quickly, he didn't need the temptation of her sexy legs at that moment, and decided leaving her to sleep this off was the best scenario. Shaking his head at the disaster looming before them, he walked out of the room with his head hung.

  Within the hour his public relations team was sitting in his home study and throwing out numerous ideas on how to resolve the crisis that would arise from the night. It mattered little what actually happened as far as he and Angela were concerned, the tabloids rarely cared to know the truth when it came to sensationalized gossip. Since he never gave the press the juicy gossip they wanted against him, this was the opportunity for a breaking story about the elusive Nolan Fitzgerald. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could come up with anything to fix this nightmare.

  "Someone better start earning their pay here and giving me better ideas than this bullshit!" None of the solutions they were offering put Angela in the best light and he damn sure expected them to consider her first.

  "Hell Nolan, it doesn't matter what we come up with and you know it, they are still going to believe she's screwing you." Sanders hated bringing up the truth, but reality couldn't be denied here.

  Knowing he was right and wanting it to be different, didn't change anything, she was going to be hurt by this no matter which way he turned. "What's the best possible scenario for her then?" He didn't give a damn about his own reputation, but she was a different story.

  "Milk the shit for all it's worth?" Kayla, one of the twins on his team, offered with a shrug. Her sister Kaitlin gave a vehement nod of her head. The twins were known worldwide for their promotional accomplishments, and any other time he would trust their judgment, but this Angela they were discussing.

  "Tell the world we're sleeping together and let them categorize her as slut who would do anything for fame?" The idea of tainting her image that way pissed him off, even though he knew the story would catapult her to fame faster than anything else they could do.

  "I have to agree with the twins on this one Nolan," Jon, the senior VP of the label shrugged, wondering what the big deal was anyway. "Pull her from the show, give her a recording contract, and feed the damn story for all it's worth."

  "She's not a damn whore Jon!" What the hell is wrong with these people, he thought to himself, couldn't they understand she was too good to be labeled this way.

  "We're not selling bibles Nolan, the added sensationalism will make her an overnight star." Sanders was floored that he was trying to protect the image of the woman when he could give her the elusive dream of stardom without even really trying. This business was known for using sex to sell albums, it happened every day.

  "So this is the best you guys can come up with?" He knew his team was the best money could buy and discovering that the only way to give Angela her chance to shine was to label her his lover, infuriated him. Not his lover, he reconsidered, they would label her as a woman that slept with him to make it to the top. It was so damn cliché that the press would eat it up.

  "It doesn't matter what story we spin off Nolan, they're going to come up with that same conclusion." Jon replied, agreeing with Sanders earlier comments. The sooner Nolan accepted the gist of the situation the better. He wanted to end this session so he could get some rest. "Her appearing on the show now is just a waste of time and money, we can't allow her to place."

  Defeated by his team of professionals, he knew they were all right. It didn't matter what the truth was here, only what the tabloids would decide to print. "We're going to play this out, but I want her displayed in the best possible scenario. I fell head over heels in love with this woman and couldn't stop myself from admitting my feelings. That's the story you're giving to the press, she was a beautiful innocent young woman and I seduced her, are we clear?"

  All eyes stared at him as he made his demand, and he knew they were shocked at the spin he was adding. If he couldn't stop them from printing the lies, he could at least make it appear that she was overwhelmed by his power. This he could live with, he decided, maybe it would even draw some sympathy from people by encouraging the thought that he'd taken advantage of her naivety.

  "Are you sure you want to go that route Nolan," Sanders knew they already labeled him a cold-hearted bastard and this would take his reputation a huge leap above that. Seducing some young woman and using her dreams to get his needs filled, that was going to be a tabloid dream come true.

  "The discussion is over, that is exactly what I want to portray." He only hoped when all this was over, Angela would forgive him for what he was going to do to salvage her career.

  "If that's how you want this to play out then you need to give the press a statement." Kaitlin knew that to pull this off he was going to need a personal appearance, even though he'd refused to give any statements about his personal life in the past.

  "Get me on the phone now with Music Today," he demanded, he wanted this story told his way and needed to get it out before they decided to print anything else.

  Kayla took her cell out of her purse, and found the contact they needed. Even at this time of the morning, they would take a call about Nolan, she knew. She gave the reporter the story, and promised first chance of reporting if she made herself available now. Within five minutes she had the interview secured. "She's on her way over."

  "We'd better notify the local television station as well and let them know you're giving a statement," Kaitlin decided, and began making phone calls.

  "The one positive here is this will take away the limelight from the other contestants," Sanders was more than pleased at that scenario, because the last thing the network wanted was a drunken group of performers casting a bad light on the show. "I think we need to meet with all the singers this morning to make sure this type of development doesn't happen again."

  "I agree, from now on no contestant is allowed in any situation that involves drinking in public or other situations that could cast them in a negative light," Jon thought this was now an afterthought but they wouldn't be dealing with another disaster like this if he could help it. "Well make it part of their contract."

  Nolan didn't give a damn about the show at that moment, his mind was filled with how he was going to break all this to Angela. She didn't deserve what was about to happen to her, and he'd make damn sure he pulled off his end to keep from causing her more grief than what he was forced to. He was thankful at the moment she was still sleeping and could get a good night sleep before he turned her life into a living hell. "Whatever you decide there just let me know and I'll go along with it."

  The reporter for Music Today was escorted through security gate half an hour later and Nolan gave the best performance of his life, in his opinion. He explained how he had fallen in love with Angela the moment he'd first began working with her for the show and how he just couldn't wait until she finished the competition to declare his feelings.

  He gave a brief outline of how he was pulling her from Overnight Sensation to give her an early start on what he knew would be a brilliant music career. Explaining eagerly how he planned to have her in the recording studio before the show even aired, he also informed her that she would be travelling with one of the studios hottest bands on a concert series as their opening act.

  Steering away questio
ns about how a new performer was going to be given such a huge opportunity, he quickly let the reporter know that he was so dedicated to Angela that he refused to allow her to be picked up by some other label. Laying it on thick, he gushed over how just being in the same room with her filled his heart with love and he couldn't stand the idea of being away from her for even the briefest time.

  He knew from the shock on the reporters face that having the ice king, Fitzgerald, gush poetically about love was a going to be an instant career boost for Angela. The press had tried unsuccessfully for years to get any personal information about him, and he was offering them the story of a lifetime. He was the only person, besides his lawyer that knew the real reason they couldn't dig up dirt on him was because he had non-disclosure agreements signed by every woman he dated.

  By the time the reporter had left, he had no doubt that he'd just painted a picture of romance that would have the press lining up for interviews in the coming week. Even if he couldn't stop the negativity that could possible arise from his decision, he could offer Angela more publicity than he could have ever thought up without this horrible situation they found themselves in. He just hoped one day she'd forgive him.

  Dismissing the rest of his team, he knew they'd do their part to make sure things ran smoothly on their end. In a few hours, Angela was going to wake up and discover her entire life had changed, and he needed some time to get his head together before they talked. He knew that sleeping was out of the question, so he made his way to his home studio and tried to escape into the peaceful world of music.

  8 Waking up Famous

  Her head was aching so bad she barely managed to raise it from the bed without groaning. When her vision focused better, she noted a glass of water and bottle of aspirin on the nightstand and quickly took advantage of them. It took another few minutes to understand she wasn't at her hotel, and the strange room she found herself in was completely unfamiliar. Panic set in as she tried to remember what happened the night before, and her heart almost stopped as those memories flooded back in.

  Nolan was going to be furious with her, she thought with a pang of regret. Sliding gingerly off the full-sized bed, she noted she wasn't wearing her pants and had a moment of panic again. Attempting to wrap her thoughts around anything else she might have missed about last night, she relaxed when she decided she'd remember if anything of the nature that required her undressing had occurred.

  Sliding her jeans back on and forgoing her sneakers, she slowly walked downstairs, not sure she was ready for the confrontation that was definitely going to happen. She found Nolan in his studio, asleep at the baby grand. He looked so peaceful and nothing like the angry man who'd confronted her at the club last night. His fingers were still splayed upon the keys, and a strand of dark thick hair fell across his face, making him seem almost boyish at that moment.

  He stirred, feeling a cramp in his neck from how he was sleeping, and caught Angela staring at him with a look so full of admiration it took his breath away. "Morning," he spoke quietly, giving a small smirk at being caught in this position.

  "Morning," she whispered back, embarrassed to be caught gawking at him, and not sure how angry he was which made her nervous. "So how much trouble am I in?" She decided it was better to get the lecture out of the way.

  He waved his hand as if he could wipe the question away, and gave a small smile. "Let's eat breakfast before we discuss anything else." He was stalling but the thought of laying all this drama on her without feeding her first just didn't seem right. Standing up, he stretched his aching muscles for a few brief moments before leading her out of the studio and into the kitchen.

  "Vicky, could you put together something for me and my guest," he was polite, but impersonal with his housekeeper and looked away without waiting for her to answer. Leading the way into the dining room, he held out Angela's chair and waited for her to sit.

  Angela glanced around the impressive dining room and felt that it swallowed just the two of them when it was obviously meant for a dozen or more people. Everything about the room bespoke wealth and made her feel slightly uncomfortable. They were definitely from two different worlds, she thought a little self-consciously.

  He waited until Vicky brought in a coffee serving set, placed it on the table and left them alone to speak again. "I hope you drink coffee," he raised an eyebrow as he poured himself a cup and waited for her acceptance.

  "Coffee's great," she hated this small talk and just wished he get on with telling her off, so she could get back to the hotel. She could just imagine what the rest of the group must be thinking since she didn't return home last night.

  He poured her a steaming cup, "Cream and sugar?" She was looking everywhere but at him, and he knew not talking about last night was making her nervous.

  "Just cream, please," she wanted to scream in frustration, but decided it would probably make her head hurt worse. "Look Nolan, I know you're angry and I'd rather just get this over with." She knew from past experience that putting off anything just made her anxiety greater.

  He handed her the coffee, and shook his head with a small laugh. "Angela relax, I'm not mad at you, and there won't be any lecture, so can we please just enjoy our breakfast first?" She was the one that would be angry, he knew, when he brought up the situation they were both in now.

  "Fine," she grumbled softly, she felt like crap and arguing with him wasn't going to help her mood. She made a mental promise to herself to never drink again, and wondered why people did that to themselves in the first place.

  Vicky brought in Eggs Benedict, English Muffins, fried potatoes smothered in peppers and onions and freshly squeezed orange juice. She was more of a grits and scrambled eggs kind of girl she thought, but it smelled amazing. Taking the juice first, she drank half the glass, amazed at how wonderful it tasted.

  "The juice will help rehydrate you," he grinned, knowing she had to have one hell of a hangover.

  "Maybe I should have a gallon of it then," she joked back and then cringed when it made her head throb.

  He chuckled and then forced himself to give a sympathetic grin. "Obviously I don't need to tell you that drinking that much leads to a horrible next day?"

  "I don't think that's a lesson I'll be forgetting soon," she murmured and took a bite of her eggs, surprised to discover how much she liked them cooked this way. She was strangely ravenous and finished off most of her meal before allowing her eyes to find him again.

  "I can't say I've ever seen someone as tiny as you eat that much," he chuckled again, enjoying having a woman willing to actually eat food for a change around him.

  She flushed, and knew she probably needed to work on her manners, but having a good meal was not something you took for granted in her world. "Sorry, wasting food is a big no no to me." Shrugging, she grinned.

  He remembered her story of living out on the streets, and even though he couldn't comprehend what it must have been like, it made perfect sense. "I personally enjoy seeing a woman eat, sure beats all those anorexic stars I deal with on a daily basis." He finished his meal before standing up. "Why don't we go talk in my study?"

  She nodded and followed him through the huge mansion, wondering what he did with all this space. Everything was immaculate, but it barely looked lived in, she considered. His study was actually a huge library that had shelves of books as far as the eye could see. A gorgeous wooden desk, polished to perfection held a computer and phone system.

  As he sat down in the oversized leather office chair behind that desk, she felt like she was back in school at the office as she sat at the smaller, but comfortable chair in front of it. "Is this where you give me detention?" She couldn't help but make the joke, and looked up at him with a playful smile.

  "Pulling out the paddle might have merit," he joked, but the thought of doing that wasn't half bad, he thought before reigning himself in to the seriousness of the situation. "There's no easy way to start this conversation, so I'm just going to lay this out on the table and h
ope we can both be adults about this."

  She knew that what was coming wouldn't be positive, so she sat patiently, attempting not to fidget. The look on his face went from playful to serious in the blink of an eye, and she knew regardless of what he'd said at breakfast, she was in some serious trouble. When the silence continued, she couldn't deal with it a minute longer. "Just tell me."

  "Last night at the club a photographer took pictures of you and I driving off together and me isolating you from the rest of the group." Running a hand through his thick hair he sighed, "I know you don't understand the entertainment industry well Angela, but no matter what we told the press they were going to assume that you and I were lovers."

  "Well that's just ridiculous, Nolan, we'll set them straight." The thought of being his lover wasn't as terrifying as it should be, but she wasn't about to put that out into the air at the moment.

  "There is no 'setting them straight' Angela, we were labeled as having affair with the first papers out this morning." He allowed that to sink in for a second before he continued. "I did the only thing I could think of to salvage your reputation, and gave a statement that I was head over heels in love with you, and encouraged them to believe I had seduced you."

  Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open at his outrageous statement and she was completely shocked. "Why would you tell them we were having an affair Nolan, that's crazy?"

  "I pulled in my PR team while you were still asleep last night and it was the only conclusion we could come up with to stop the press from labeling you as a power hungry whore." He couldn't sugar coat this for her, she needed to understand just how vicious these people could be when they wanted a story.

  "Did you stop to think maybe I should have been asked what I wanted to do before you made that kind of decision?" Lying to people wasn't in her genetic makeup, and she wasn't sold on the idea that the press would have automatically assumed they'd slept together. Then she recalled the other contestants, and knew that would be the first conclusion they would have come to.