Roaring Hot! (Contemporary Romance): A Billionaire Biker Romance (4 page)

“You look absolutely stunning.” Mia stepped back to admire her handiwork, before moving in to adjust a brushstroke.

Amy gritted her teeth as she watched her face being transformed in the mirror. It was hard having someone as fluttery and bouncy as Mia working on her makeup. The way Mia dressed and gestured, it was a wonder she didn’t spill color outside the lines. Even worse was the guy holding the video camera, his large lens intruding into her personal space, while the mic propped above her felt like a giant bird of prey hovering overhead.

“Stop blinking, missy,” Mia said. “How do you like your face?”

For one, Amy’s false eyelashes felt precarious, as if the glue hadn’t set properly. She tilted her face to the side. “You enlarged my eyes, but the wings are not long enough. Most of Ronaldo’s models have that cat-eyed look.”

“Those are what all the party girls wear. You’re supposed to appear young and innocent. That’s part of the script. Okay, time for your first interview.”

Amy glanced at her shorts and tank top. “In this? Shouldn’t I be dressed?”

“Nope. The producers want a couple of impromptus while you’re preparing for that oh, so very important first date.” Mia winked and stepped back. “I’ll read the prompts, but they’ll cut my voice, so pause one second before you answer.”

“Sure …” Amy shrugged. This was what she was here for. “They want to do it in here, the bathroom?”

“Yep, looks more natural,” Mia said. “Here goes. How do you feel about being here?”

Amy took a second before answering in a way most entertaining to the audience.

“I’m very excited to win over the world’s most elusive bachelor. I know it’s going to be hard, and I’m going to have to be creative, but it’s going to be fun to turn his head and keep him obsessed with me.”

“What are you looking for? Are you hoping to fall in love?”

“Definitely. Wait. Cut that.” She paused to give them room to edit. “All my life I’ve loved challenges. The bigger the better. Tell me I can’t do it, or it won’t work, and I’ll try triple hard to prove you wrong. And let me tell you, the human male is the hardest creature to tame. But if someone’s gotta do it, it’s me.”

Mia rolled her hands to urge her to answer the question about love.

“As for love? It might happen. Actually let me make it stronger. It’ll definitely happen. He’ll fall in love with me. Head over heels. Take that to the bank.” She pointed at the video camera lens.

Behind the cameraman, Mia nodded and pumped her fist. “Okay, that’s it for now. Next, we’ll get your dress. The cameras will be rolling, just so you know.”

She turned to the camera and waved for Amy to follow her. “Have I got the perfect dress for you. You’re going to love it.”

The cameraman got in Amy’s way as Mia opened the closet in the manner of a game show hostess.

“His eyes will pop out of his head.” She held the iridescent evening gown and swirled around with it.

Amy’s eyes popped too, and her hands went to her mouth. “I’m going to wear that?”

The dress was completely sheer, a dazzling form-fitting curtain strung from neck to toe with jewels, sparkling yellow, green, blue, and violet. A high collar of shining rhinestones encircled the neck of the sleeveless gown.

Mia spread the costume jeweled strands apart. “Is this awesome or is this not?”

“I love it.” Amy squealed, remembering she was on camera. “I can’t wait to slip into all these gemstones.”

“You’ll make an unforgettable entrance. All the racers from Team Suzuki will be there. Of course, you’re to be photographed with the target.”

“You mean Ronaldo?”

“Shhh …” Mia’s eyes darted around, then cupped her mouth as if talking to the camera. “She doesn’t know who she’s supposed to be romancing.”

“Uh, wait.” Amy propped her hands on her hips. She was prepared for the false drama these shows always added to spice things up. “I already put a Facebook status saying I’m dating Ronaldo and he accepted. Was I wrong to do that?”

Mia shook her head. “Oh no, he loves the attention. But as you know, these shows always have a twist.”

Amy’s jaw dropped and she palmed her hands up in a beseeching manner. “Unbelievable. Are you saying all the research I did on Ronaldo is a waste?”

Mia winked at the camera. “She must really have the hots for Ronaldo. And girls, he’s one hunk of a biker. Looks like our Amy’s ready to fight for him.”

“You’re darn right.” Amy wiggled her hips to enhance the theatric effect. “I didn’t travel thousands of miles for a substitute. Let’s get this dress on.”

* * *

Amy tried not to gawk as Mia escorted her into the private club built like a castle. Stained glass windows portraying medieval scenes of knights, ladies on horseback, hunters and their dogs overlooked the entrance. Double circular stairways accented with art-nouveau wrought iron railing curved to a second floor landing under a domed skylight fitted with a triple decker crystal chandelier.

Her heels echoed over the reflexive veined marble floor to the parlor where several young men lounged near a two story tall hearth. The walls were paneled with rich, dark wood, trimmed with candlestick sconces and traditional wainscoting. Lush burgundy curtains and swags highlighted the floor to ceiling windows, exuding old world luxury.

“Members of Team Suzuki, meet Amy Suzuki,” Mia introduced her.

Could there possibly be a more handsome collection of hot guys? Amy shook hands with each of the team members. They alternated between flirting with her and commenting on her last name.

She kept her eyes peeled for Ronaldo, wondering when her date would begin. Mia made hand signs and mouthed ‘Good luck’ before disappearing with a swish of her colorful skirt.

After a few minutes socializing with the racers, a butler appeared with a small gong and banged it. One of the guys offered his arm. Amy allowed him to escort her to the opulent dining room sparkling with candelabras, crystals, and silverware.

“A celebration and a toast, Miss Suzuki,” a man’s deep voice said. It was Ronaldo Silver, dressed in a black suit and wearing a black bowtie. He offered her a flute of champagne.

Amy tipped a smile at him and held out her hand. He graced it with a kiss. “I trust your trip was comfortable.”

“It was wonderful.” Amy couldn’t complain. After all, she’d skipped security, customs, and immigration while riding in a luxurious jet with a private bar, leather sleeping couches and hot meals. “And you? You’re looking handsome.”

“Thank you. Doing well.” He tipped his chin toward the entrance to the dining room. “Ready for your first date?”

The cameramen pulled back and swung his lens toward the entrance. Prickly chills crept over Amy’s scalp. Ronaldo’s grin widened, and he gestured for someone to approach. Amy’s hand tightened on the stem of the champagne flute.

She was aware of the cameras and resisted the urge to look over her shoulder. The firm steps of another man approached from behind. Conversation hushed, and she felt all eyes burning on her. What was going on? Was Ronaldo not her date? He’d said ‘your’ not ‘our.’

Ronaldo spoke over her shoulder. “Teo, my man. Glad you showed. Had a hard time tracking you down at the casino.”

Every drop of blood froze in Amy’s veins. Teo? As in caveman? The guy who kissed first and asked questions later?

But more importantly, how was she supposed to react? Mia hadn’t given her any cues. She slapped the champagne flute on the table. This turnaround wasn’t worth celebrating. They’d double crossed her.

Ronaldo tapped her arm and turned her toward the interloper. “Miss Suzuki, meet your date, Mr. Alexiou.”

Steam poured through her nose, and her pulse swished in her ears, even as her traitorous insides tingled with delight.

Teo smirked and winked as if this had been his plan all along. His hair was gelled, and he was wearing a light gray suit with a silver tie. Oh, he looked suave and devastating all right. But Amy had already experienced his animal ways. No way was she going to endure the entire race season wooing the likes of him.

Actress or not, if they wanted reality, they got reality.

She pushed herself away from Teo and Ronaldo. “This wasn’t in my contract.”

The cameraman and soundman rushed to reposition themselves.

Ronaldo straightened his lapels and took a step toward her, his arm out in a beseeching manner. “You agreed to a romance with a motorcycle racer of our choice.”

“I did not.” She pointed at Ronaldo. “You were the guy I was supposed to tame. Not him.”

“I’m afraid that was a misunderstanding.” He wiggled his fingers. “Our agreement was for the most incorrigible bachelor in the circuit. While the other guests are being seated, why don’t you and Teo take a stroll in the garden to get acquainted?”

Amy seethed under her breath, even as her heartbeat tap danced in her chest. “I will not go anywhere private with this brute.”

Especially when the brute could melt her insides into a quivering mess with a single, devastatingly wicked kiss.

“May I ask the reason?” Ronaldo bent toward her and cupped his hand behind his ear as if expecting her to confide in him.

“It’s a private matter.” She darted a glare at Teo who rocked cockily on his heels with his hands in his pockets.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Ronaldo spoke to the camera. “Miss Suzuki refuses our bachelor. Help him out. Send your text messages and tell him what to say.”

Amy’s mouth hung open. She had a hard time not looking at the camera. “This show isn’t live, is it?”

“Cut, cut.” Ronaldo made a motion, but the cameras kept rolling. “As I said earlier, while the guests are being seated, Miss Suzuki, who’s about to be sued for breach of contract, and Mr. Alexiou, our surprise bachelor, will get to know each other in the garden.”

* * *

Teo suppressed a guffaw at how hot Amy looked while fuming mad. The jeweled curtain of her dress swayed and shimmered, showing her delectable curves, while her legs were well outlined through the less decorated lower half of the transparent gown. It was going to be fun, fun, fun playing with her.

He rubbed his hands and paced himself a few steps behind Ronaldo who was convincing Amy to go forward with the deal. They stepped through a pair of French doors, and the film crew scrambled to take their positions.

After spraying breath mint, Teo straightened his pants and balled his fists into his pockets. This reality TV gig was another one of Ronaldo’s harebrained ventures to get his father to produce a show for him.

Teo and Ronaldo had agreed to split the filming costs, pocket change for sons of billionaires. On the plus side, having Amy at his races would convince Oba-chan that she was his honest-to-goodness girlfriend, even if they never aired a single episode of the
Romancing the Racer
series.

“Teo, take your position.” Ronaldo waved him to a garden bench across from a peeing cherub. “You and Miss Suzuki will get to know each other. One, two, three, you’re on.”

Showtime! Teo straightened his tie and sauntered to the garden bench. When he reached Miss Suzuki, he took her hand and bowed to kiss it. He’d play ardent, respectable lover to placate her. Now that she knew how hot his kisses were, he’d tone down the heat to make her desire him more.

Amy’s fingers trembled under his touch, but her demeanor was cool, and she didn’t flinch when he nailed her with his sexiest grin.

“Accept my humblest apologies for the rocky start,” he said, not meaning any of it. After all, they were on reality TV, and he could play around with the script to suit his fancy.

Her attempt at piercing daggers didn’t work with her already narrowed eyes.

“Contacts bothering you, miss?” He held onto her hand and slid onto the bench beside her.

“No, sir. I believe I’m allergic to you.” She threw her head back and feigned a sneeze.

“We have to make this work, you know that.”

She extracted her hand from his. “Really? I thought you were the playboy who didn’t want to be caught. The point of this game is for me to entertain the masses while taming the bad boy, you.”

“That’s what I meant. This show could make or break my acting career,” Teo said.

Her eyes widened and blinked with shock. “Acting career? You’re already a professional motorcycle racer. Didn’t you spend your entire life racing?”

“Started when I could barely walk.”

“You’re kidding.” Amy’s upper lip quirked, disbelieving. “Do you ever get tired of tall tales?”

Teo sat up straighter. “The taller the better. I started riding at three and won races when I was five.”

“Unbelievable. I’m surprised your mother let you.”

Teo’s stomach twisted at the mention of his mother. His throat tightened and he swallowed. “I didn’t have a mother to nag me.”

“I’m sorry.” Amy covered her mouth. “I shouldn’t have presumed.”

“Then we’re even.” He tapped her knee. “No more apologies from now on. We’ve got a reality TV show to film.”

“You know they’re filming right now. They’re going to have to edit this out.” Amy’s teeth were gritted.

“Sure, okay, let’s backtrack. You say ‘unbelievable.’ But don’t add the part about my mother.”

“Got it.” She wiggled her shoulders primly. Paused, then said. “Unbelievable. You must have been a real tyke.”

“Tyke on a bike. Sometimes I think I have wheels instead of feet. It’s why I’m never going to settle down in one place.”

“Always on the go?”

“Yes, so we understand where I’m coming from. I’m in for a good time, but I’m here today and gone tomorrow.” Even though she was acting for a reality show, Teo had to be clear, so she wouldn’t have any expectations, in case she were to develop feelings for him. “No commitments for this busy boy.”

“I get what you’re saying.” Her head bobbed in a condescending manner. “It makes it that much more of a challenge when I have you on your knees begging to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Will never happen.” He held out his fist for her to bump.

She bumped him back. “Famous last words, Romeo.”

Amy pushed herself from the table during dessert and coffee. She peered at the dining room entrances, looking for Mia. How could her handler not have briefed her about Teo?

He, on the other hand, had behaved like a perfect gentleman the entire dinner. He was attentive, polite, even charming, but Amy could not forget that ambushed kiss at the pool party. The memory still had her lips tingling and her insides pulsing.

Not that she had anything against kissing, or even casual sex. She was, after all, an aspiring actress. Cut. She was an actress with her own reality show.

Amy lifted her head higher and strutted to the powder room. The cameras left off following her, and she had a few minutes to contact Mia. She dialed her cell phone.

“Nice going with the fireworks,” Mia said. “Although you agreed too easily. You were supposed to draw the hissy fit out longer. Be more high strung, maybe throw him a few more insults.”

“You should have told me. You didn’t give me the script. I had no idea Ronaldo ditched me, and now I’m supposed to be dating Teo.”

She had had high hopes on getting to know Ronaldo in a way that would ensure her continued success in Hollywood. A starring role in a major motion picture would be the first prize.

“That’s on purpose.” Mia’s lips smacked as if she were chewing gum. “To get your genuine reaction.”

“I don’t like him, okay? But I’m a professional actress. Tell me what’s next.” Amy stepped into a stall when another woman entered the bathroom.

“The private movie date. Just you, Teo, and the cameraman. You’re supposed to argue about movie choices, then somehow end up dancing on the balcony while paparazzi from the hotel across the street snap pictures of you.”

Amy put the phone on speaker and laid it on the sanitary napkin collection box. She pulled her gown up, bunching all the jewels to one side. “Who’s writing this silly script?”

“They make it up as they go. It’s a reality show, remember?” Mia’s throaty laugh gave Amy the impression she was the one orchestrating this fiasco.

Amy lowered herself on the toilet. “Give me some guidelines. Am I supposed to accept his advances or repel them? What are the paparazzi there for?”

“Do what comes naturally. We’re giving Teo the script tonight, so you just relax.”

“Isn’t he supposed to resist me? I mean, he doesn’t want to get caught at the end of the show, so why was he being nice at dinner?”

“He’s a man. He’s going to act like one. Be prepared.”

Amy finished with the toilet. “Okay, but if things get out of hand, will someone be there to restore order?”

“The film crew will be with you at all times. Nothing to worry about,” Mia said. “What’s that flushing sound? Are you on the toilet?”

“Only place to ditch the cameras and mics.” Amy pulled up her panties.

“Don’t be too sure of that.” Mia laughed. “Remember, this is a reality show, and even though you’re an actress, you’re supposed to act as if you weren’t acting.”

Huh? Wasn’t that confusing?

The call ended. Amy still had an opportunity to impress Ronaldo through her acting, only it would be with Teo. Blech. Like her mother said, make lemonade.

She counted the condoms in her purse. Her plans to seduce Ronaldo were for nothing. One by one, she dropped the packets into the toilet and flushed. Too bad. He had a really hot bod and connections galore. He would have been a fun lay.

* * *

“I’m not feeling it,” Teo complained to Ronaldo. “She’s too uptight. Oba-chan’s never going to believe she’s my real girlfriend.”

“Relax.” Ronaldo placed his arm over Teo’s shoulder. “This is the first date. You have three months to win her over. Besides, if Amy were too easy, your grandmother would be suspicious.”

“True, so what’s the script for tonight?” Teo rubbed his jaw. Dinner had been dry. Amy’s attention on him was so canned, it was obvious.

She’d played the perfect role of a prospective girlfriend, asked about his interests, his childhood, and his aspirations. The intrusive video camera was ever present. Teo loosened his tie and tugged at his heated collar.

“No script at all.” Ronaldo grinned and cracked his knuckles. “She’s been told to be nice to you, so take advantage.”

Teo slapped his napkin on the table and shoved away from it. “When is she coming back from the powder room?”

“Sheesh, where’s your man card?” Ronaldo clapped a hand on Teo’s shoulder. “Let’s go to the smoking room and watch the World Cup. Mia will send Amy back to her room, and she’ll text you to go up.”

They exited the dining room with the other members of the race team, but as soon as they crowded around the big screen TV, Ronaldo’s phone beeped.

He tapped Teo. “That’s the signal. Let’s go up to her hotel room.”

“Anything goes?”

“Anything.” Ronaldo glanced at the cameramen. “Show’s on.”

Amy and Mia were expecting them, although Amy avoided looking at him. Her smiles and eyelid fluttering were directed at Ronaldo as she assured him she’d put on a great show.

Teo’s jaw tightened. Could it be any more obvious that she despised him and was only acting for the camera? Although he had to admit she was the perfect choice for fake girlfriend, someone he could easily dump after Oba-chan’s birthday party. Too bad he wasn’t going to get any off-camera fun with her.

Ronaldo and Mia gave their last minute instructions, something about a disagreement with movie choices. The cameraman positioned himself across from the couch, and the soundman hung a boom mic over them. Everything was so staged. How the heck was he supposed to make a move on a chick with the cameras rolling?

Teo popped a breath mint into his mouth while Mia gave Amy one last brush of lip gloss. He’d better man up and forget this was a show.

Ronaldo gave Amy a parting pat on her behind as he exited with Mia. Instead of looking upset or flustered, Amy threw him a wink. Was there something going on there?

Teo brushed his sweaty palms on his jacket and straightened his shoulders. He wasn’t a player for nothing, and he never played second string to anyone. Chicks didn’t intimidate him, and he knew all the suave seduction moves.

Sliding a grin over his face, he swaggered toward Amy with his arms out to hug her. Without missing a beat, she smiled and greeted him.

“I’m really looking forward to our date,” she said in an over animated voice. “What do you suggest? Shall we watch a movie, play a board game, or talk? We should get to know each other.”

Sheesh, which script was this? Boring.

“I don’t talk well.” Teo grunted. “When I want to know a sexy lady, I get horizontal.”

He dared her to look at the camera. To her credit, she barely flinched, although the fleeting widening of her eyes told him she was either alarmed or turned on.

“Maybe we should take a walk.” She flung her hair over her shoulder and added a smirk. “There’s so much in Holland I want to see. Isn’t this place famous for tulip gardens?”

Shot down. They’d better edit this out. Teo blew on his hands and recovered his balance. “It’s kind of late for walking, how about if we order wine and sit out on the balcony?”

“I’m not sure you should be drinking before the time trials tomorrow.” Amy poked his chest, her eyebrows drawing together. “Let’s argue about the movie, get caught by paparazzi on the balcony, and call it an early night. I’ve been flying halfway around the world and I’m jetlagged.”

Great. More footage to edit out. But as Ronaldo said, it was only the first date, and the show probably would never air. Ronaldo was always getting projects rejected by his famous parents who had reputations to protect.

“Movie sounds great. Action, adventure, sci fi, or thriller?”

Amy rolled her eyes and jutted her lower lip. “Romance. That’s the only thing I’ll watch.”

Uh, this was a dud. Teo wasn’t sure why the cameraman hadn’t thrown up his hands by now.

“No way. I’m not your lapdog.” He backed away from her in a show of machismo. “You’re supposed to accommodate me, since I’m the uncatchable playboy.”

Suppressing a snicker, she crossed her arms. “I can see why.”

“Excuse me? We’re wasting our time here. I only agreed to this stunt because I wanted to see what it’d be like to have a regular girlfriend.”

“I don’t see why you’d care for one. Don’t you have all your playmates lined up each town in the race circuit?”

Of course he couldn’t tell her the real reason. Grr … this woman was difficult, especially when she made it hard for him to breathe, what with her sensual perfume wafting his direction. Time to cut the crap lest she thought he cared. He had the qualifier trials tomorrow and the race on Sunday. No time for this nonsense.

He turned to the cameraman and made a cut signal. “This date is over. I’m going to turn in. Tell Ronaldo we’ll do the first date after the race when I take Amy sightseeing.”

The cameraman lowered the video camera. “Whatever you say, Mr. Alexiou. You’re the boss.”

“Wait.” Amy charged between them. “Isn’t Mr. Silver the director? Why isn’t he here to give us directions?”

The cameraman’s glance shifted between Teo and Amy. “Tonight’s episode was a trial. We have footage of the dinner to work with. If Mr. Alexiou is finished, then we’re done for today.”

“That okay with you?” Teo asked Amy.

“Oh, yes. Definitely. I can’t wait to get out of this dress.”

She asked for it. Teo couldn’t help the way his eyes feasted on her. He wiggled his eyebrows. “Allow me to help.”

No response. She stayed standing, frozen, while the cameraman, soundman and their assistants put away their equipment.

Two can play this game. Teo crossed his arms and stared into Amy’s eyes. She held his gaze, her face expressionless as a kabuki mask. He’d wait her out. She wasn’t going to get the better of him. If he was going to suffer three months of a fake relationship with her without physical benefits, he was going to lay down the rules.

* * *

Amy glared at the huge douchebag across from her. She’d show him she wasn’t afraid of him. He thought he could just waltz from racing motorcycles to acting because his father was a billionaire and his best buddy was Ronaldo Silver. Well, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him, especially since he had a way of making every single one of her nerves pulse between teeth gritting aggravation and lust stirring desire.

The door thumped as the last of the film crew departed. Amy advanced on Teo until she was up to his chest.

“Before you leave, I want to get one thing straight.” She enunciated as clearly as if he were a four-year-old. “Professional actors and actresses know how to keep their personal lives separate from their onscreen roles. Stopping the shoot because things got too hot for you is the reason you’ll never make the transition.”

“And how many acting jobs have you gotten since graduation?” Teo snagged her wrist. His firm grip stirred a flurry of delight deep in her belly. “Everyone in Hollywood knows that an off-camera affair adds sizzle onto the screen. Besides, this is a reality show.”

“Not that real if you hired an actress.” She yanked and twisted her hand, but he didn’t let go. Darnit. If he kept touching her, she’d lose the one advantage she had—that of seeming not to like him.

“This is the pilot season.” Teo’s eyes drilled by way of explanation. “We wanted to make sure Ronaldo’s father will produce it. It’s his first directing job, so he has an incentive to make it work. We’re still in stealth mode, since we don’t want anyone else to steal our concept, hence you and your ironclad contract. You did read it, didn’t you?”

Uh, she’d been so excited to sign with Silver Studios, and her eyes had been watery from the contact lens irritation, she’d barely skimmed it. But she wasn’t going to let Teo know how much she’d wanted the deal.

“Of course, so let’s agree to work together. You want to go into acting. I can show you a lot. I want this to be the springboard for me to get a major movie role. Let’s try and get along, okay?” She twisted her wrist, her heart fluttering to tamp down any hormonal influences. “For starters, let go of me. When the cameras are gone, we’re strangers.”

He let go. “Agreed, but doesn’t mean I can’t try to get to know you.”

Her wrist felt lonely. She hadn’t really wanted him to let go, only appear to struggle so he could overcome her resistance.

Grrr. She’d show him she didn’t care for the likes of him.

Framing her hips with her hands, she stamped her foot. “I know enough about you to know I don’t want to know more.”

“Do you always speak in riddles?” He swiped those sexy large hands back over his head. “Now that the cameras are gone, we should agree on a few rules.”

“Exactly. I’m hired to do a job, to play a role. When I’m not on the job, I expect my privacy. You and I have nothing in common. I don’t socialize with you. I don’t have to speak to you. I’ll communicate with you through Mia.”

Good job, Amy. He has no suspicion you’re hot and horny for him.

Teo shrugged and stuck those wicked hands in his pockets. “You really didn’t read the contract, did you? From now until the end of filming, you’re supposed to act like my girlfriend, whether anyone is around or not.”

“Only in public. I did read it.” Except she’d thought she’d be Ronaldo’s arm candy—an influential guy who was too metro to set her heart ticking. “Public displays of affection limited to holding hands, hugging, and light kissing.”

“And you gotta make it good. Make it look real, and you have to be nice to me.”

“That’s a given. I’m an actress. As hard as it’s going to be to pull off, I can do it.” She strode to the door so he wouldn’t see the flush of desire creeping up her face. “I’ve had a long day. What’s the schedule tomorrow?”

“Nothing you need to do except stay in the pit and watch me race.” Teo’s voice caressed the back of her neck, raising goose bumps. “I’m going to do the time trials and try for the pole position. I probably won’t see you until Sunday night after the race.”

“Great. Good luck tomorrow.” She forced a loud yawn to appear glad the day was finally over. “Aren’t you leaving?”

Teo stuck his head out the door and motioned to someone. “One last thing you should know. Whenever there’s a photo op, you have to be extra affectionate, especially in front of the paparazzi. Ah, here they come.”