Free Taking Her There by Olivia Brynn Page A

but she couldn’t forget sleek and sexy Andre. She’d pointed him out of a virtual lineup from the pool of drivers she’d been presented with. If Angeline Rowe was out on the town, she for damn sure wasn’t going to have an ugly old driver. She slid a sidelong glance at Percy. Her only other employee now. The only reason she remembered his name was because it was so fucking ridiculous. Percy Tuttlebaum , for Christ’s sake.
    “Andre Salidas.”
    “What?” Angeline scowled.
    “His name. It’s Andre Salidas.”
    “I knew that.” Partly. She remembered his first name, had never asked him for his last.
    “Well, I had to beg him to come back to his job, so be nice.”
    “I’m always fucking nice.”
    “Language.”
    “ Putain de merde, je suis toujours sympa! ”Before she could raise her middle finger, the car jerked. Andre lifted a hand in apology. Angeline shot a glare at Percy. “Can he hear us?”
    “Yes, I can, Miss Rowe,” came Andre’s voice through a speaker. “There’s a mute button right below the window, if you’d prefer.”
    “I know.” Angeline shrugged. “As long as Percy doesn’t have a shit fit about me cussing in front of you, I don’t have anything to hide.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    She raised one eyebrow at Percy, who just shook his head and pulled out his tablet. “I’ve got you in for a haircut and color at two. Would you like your manicure and pedicure before or after?”
    “Ugh. Do I have to?” Her signature pixie haircut usually required monthly trims, and though she wasn’t red-carpet ready, she seriously didn’t want to face any small talk from her hairdresser.
    “You’re the one who wanted to be pampered.”
    “I said that like two weeks ago. Which is an eternity in that hellhole. Can’t I just go home? Veg a little?”
    “Fine with me. I’ll cancel your appointment. Which reminds me, I put a few feelers out for a new staff, with priorities being bodyguard, housekeeper and—most importantly—a personal assistant for you. I’m not going to keep playing both roles.” He ignored her dirty look. “Andre?”
    “Yes, sir?”
    “Please drop me back off at my office before you take Miss Rowe home.”
    “You got it.”
    Either she’d never noticed Andre’s sexy voice, or half a year confined with one thousand females and twelve angry nurses messed with a girl. Suddenly, her whole idea of pampering took on a naughty twist.
    At the height of her career, back when screenwriters fought over her, she was able to snare a night of serious fun with just about any man on the receiving end of her suggestive wink. Now, after her very publicly humiliating DUI, possessions charge and subsequent detox, her on-again, off-again boyfriend Luke Edwards had abandoned her. No phone calls, no visits, no letters. Not that she was surprised. She knew their relationship had been purely physical. He needed a high-profile girlfriend to keep his name in the news; she needed a man to prove to the public that she was stable. Now she not only looked wildly unstable to her fans, she also had no one to go home to. Although he seemed to have found a new headliner last month, according to American Magazine ’s spread about his Mexican vacation with Jet Lark, the emo-pop star with the big tits.
    She didn’t need anyone to wait for her anyway. After spending her birthday locked up, it was definitely time to treat herself to some really raunchy sex. It looked like presently she had two options: Percy Tuttlebaum—who was a total no. Not only was he happily married, he was Percy Fucking Tuttlebaum —or Andre Salidas.
    She didn’t know a thing about the guy. She’d never actually taken the time to get to know him. Since her staff turned over so quickly, it really was a waste of her time and energy. Maybe now she was sober, it wouldn’t hurt. “So Andre, you from around here?” Angeline crossed her legs and wagged her bare foot back and forth.
    “Yes, ma’am. Born and raised in LA.”
    “So