Free I Kissed A Playboy by Sorell Oates

you fancy a photo-shoot this afternoon at the hospital with Faith—let people know what you’re doing and how the relationship is blossoming?’
    ‘There’s more to this than PR, Susie.’
    ‘You’re a popular socialite, with a handful of famous friends, whose star is fading. I’m trying to help. Don’t forget, this is the life you’ve said you’d like to lead. You’ve started something. We have to run with it while the interest is there. You know the score.’
    ‘Faith’s not used to this. It frightened her. I can’t expect her to start transforming into a socialite to aid my career,’ protested Brian weakly.
    ‘You’re not. It benefits her as much as it does you. The whole point was to raise funds for a hospital research grant. Think of the publicity her cause will gain,’ reasoned Susie.
    ‘That’s true.’
    ‘She was thrown in at the deep end with the paps, but how did she cope?’
    Brian reflected on the steamy antics they’d engaged in once home.
    ‘Yeah, okay with me holding her hand,’ he said.
    ‘Which is exactly what will happen at an organized photo-shoot. It’ll be calmer in controlled conditions. She’ll be able to prepare herself. It’s a win-win situation.’
    ‘Put like that it is.’
    ‘Taking her to that club was genius Brian, whether it was intentional or not. Keep this going. You may not be flavor of the month with the glossies, but a real Cinderella story will capture the nation’s heart.’
    ‘I’ll talk it through with her.’
    ‘Promise to ring later. I’m jumping on this while it’s red hot.’
    ‘Okay, okay, I will,’ concluded Brian, hanging up the phone.
    ‘A real Cinderella story,’ he said, dropping the phone to the side of the bed.
    Faith stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in a thick green towel, Brian had an urge to wrestle it from her to have his wicked way.
    ‘I have to make a move. I’ve an early meeting with a client,’ she said brusquely.
    The change in the atmosphere was noticeable. He knew she’d eavesdropped on the call.
    ‘Sure. Sorry, I don’t mean to be in the way,’ replied Brian.
    ‘You aren’t. There’s no rush, but I have to get going.’
    ‘Should I scupper out with you?’
    ‘Stay. Have breakfast if you fancy it,’ offered Faith.
    ‘What and endure the protective big brother talk from Gabriel?’
    ‘Gabe’s not like that. He loves a story, though. Perhaps you could tell him Cinderella.’
    Faith skipped out of the room, stopping Brian from chasing her. Naked and vulnerable in an unfamiliar house, he didn’t have the sureness to risk dashing after her to explain. The run in with the paparazzi had been unfortunate, but did result in them obtaining priceless column inches.
    Using the press for personal or charitable gain wasn’t illegal, nor did it in any way cheapen or degrade the budding relationship. It made logical sense to Brian, but he knew Faith mightn’t view it in quite the same way; it wasn’t her world. There were pros and cons. In this case it was a surefire winner. He knew he was going to have a struggle convincing Faith.
    Having dressed, he slunk downstairs. The siblings were close. As twins, there was no doubt in Brian’s mind Faith would’ve already filled Gabriel in on her debut with the cameras and what his PR rep was cooking up as a means of utilizing today’s headlines.
    There was no avoiding Gabriel. Although immersed in his office, Brian heard his name called as he unlatched the bolt of the front door. Retreating he knocked on the already open door of Gabriel’s office.
    ‘Hey, Brian.’
    ‘Hi Gabriel,’ greeted Brian nervously.
    ‘Have you read the papers today?’
    ‘Not yet,’ confessed Brian cautiously. ‘My PR rang first thing to deliver the news.’
    ‘We’re used to you gracing the papers, but to see you and my sister coming out of a club half-trashed is hard to take in.’
    ‘It wasn’t a set up,’ he said defensively.
    ‘I know,’ said Gabriel soothingly.
    ‘I think your