The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure by Terry Towers Page B

babe.”
    “Ummm. Yeah.” With her cheeks burning, she glanced down at the polished toe of
    her black boot. “I have to learn to relax.” She elbowed him in the side. “Maybe we can get hooked up with a couples’ massage when we get back to the hotel.” If a massage didn’t help, nothing would.
    “Oh wow! It’s them!” She heard a woman from behind them say.
    Her heart sank and she began to panic. Here we go.
    She looked up at Bo frowning, but he didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by being discovered. “Can’t we have just one…”
    “It is! It is!” Another woman’s voice answered, louder and with more excitement than the first.
    “Look behind us, babes.”
    She slowly turned to see a small crowd forming around a couple of women.
    “Which TV show?” a male voice called out.
    “You know, the reality one!” the first female answered.
    Hanna felt pity for the two women, who undoubtedly wanted to spend an evening
    touring Paris as much as she and Bo did, but at the same time the wave of relief that was settling over her as the swarm of people got larger around the women was almost orgasmic. As they reached the cashier, Bo quickly paid for passes for him, her and the guards and the group went through a security check before proceeding to the task of climbing hundreds of stairs.
    “Wow. You got overlooked for a couple of reality TV actors; that has to sting,” she teased when they were out of earshot of anyone close to them.
    Laughing, Bo stopped his ascent of the monstrous staircase to face her. “It only stings a little. I think I can get over it though.”
    “Wonder which show…” Hanna peeped through the steel bars that formed part of the leg they were climbing to gaze down at the small crowd of people formed around the blonde women. Despite touring with Bo’s band, she really hadn’t met many famous people – yet.
    “Would you like me get you an autograph or two?”
    The idea of Bo Savage hounding the two women along with the dozens of other
    people was laugh-out-loud funny to her. “You’d do that? For me?”
    “Of course.”
    Resting her hip on the cool steel of the tower leg and crossing her arms over her chest, she caught his gaze and raised a skeptical brow at him. “Really. You would?” Despite his joking manner, she suspected he’d actually do it.
    “I wouldn’t hesitate…” He jerked his thumb at Tyson, who was waiting patiently for them to continue their climb. “… to send Tyson down there and get those autographs.”
    Hanna glanced down at Tyson to see a look of horror flash in his dark eyes. Not being able to resist herself, she couldn’t help but play along. She turned back to Bo with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Oh, could you send him? It would make me so happy.”
    She glanced at Tyson out of the corner of her eye to see his normal blank expression turn to a frown. He opened his mouth to protest, appeared to think better of it and snapped it shut again.
    “Of course, babes, anything for you.”
    “Bo. Hanna. I don’t think…”
    Both she and Bo watched as Tyson looked down at the small crowd and attempted to find an excuse not to go.
    After watching him struggle to find a reason to not have to go through the
    embarrassment of becoming an autograph seeker, Hanna laughed, her laughter followed by Bo’s.
    Walking over to Tyson, she gave him a quick hug, which seemed to put him off kilter almost as much as the idea of going autograph seeking. “Don’t worry. We can pass on the autographs this time.”
    Looking up at the next flight of stairs, she sighed and began to climb them. “So what is on the first floor anyhow?”
    “A restaurant and bar.”
    “Well, what about the second floor?”
    “Same thing.”
    “But I’m not hungry.”
    Bo shrugged. “Then we don’t eat.”
    “So why are we climbing this god-awful amount of stairs then?”
    Chuckling, Bo shook his head. “To say we did. And there is a nice view of the Palace of Versailles from the