Unravelled (Revealed #2) Read Free

name, I’m in the car. Hurry up. I can’t wait to see you. S x
    A pang of disappointment settled in my chest – I’d been half hoping for a romantic reunion in the arrivals lounge, with Sean sweeping me into his arms and spinning me about frivolously while I giggled and smothered him in sloppy kisses. Pfft . I made a dismissive noise with my lips and rolled my eyes – that was the stuff of movies, and although Sean might be a film star, he’d already warned me that the reality of dating a famous person wasn’t going to be easy.
    Popping my phone back in my pocket I made my way through Customs with a small accepting smile on my face – Sean had an established reputation in Hollywood and often drew crowds, so meeting me in the car made sense. But I was still a little disappointed.
    Exiting into the main terminal building I was met by a sea of expectant faces belonging to the families and loved ones waiting to greet their relatives. It was so busy that I actually found it a little overwhelming at first, and the huge glass building seemed to elevate the noise around me to astronomical proportions until I was almost wincing.
    Glancing repeatedly around the crowd, my eyes finally caught sight of a smartly suited man holding a placard with my name upon it, just as Sean had said. What Sean hadn’t said however, was that it would state my full name – Alexis Louise Shaw. Bastard. I’d told him how much I hated my first name, and I could just imagine him sat in the car having a good chuckle to himself.
    Tentatively making my way across, among the jostling crowds, I began to feel the bundle of nerves in my stomach expanding. I was so excited about seeing Sean again, but simultaneously I was nervous. It had been a full two months since we’d seen each other in person, and given that our relationship was so new, the distance had made me jittery. Not to mention the tense Skype calls. Forget edgy, those had made me full on paranoid.
    The suited man silently nodded at me as I reached his side and gave him a hesitant smile. ‘Good afternoon. You must be Miss Shaw.’ Seeing my jerky nod, he gave me a smile. ‘My name is David. I’m here to pick you up on behalf of Mr Phillips,’ he informed me in a deep American accent.
    His very being exuded professionalism: perfect posture, crisp white shirt, flat cap, and a black suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Men in Black . Taking the handle of my case, he inclined his head towards the exit doors. ‘The car is just outside.’ He set off in the direction of the exit signs before flashing me a gleaming white grin. ‘I hope you brought your sunglasses, because we’re having a bit of a heatwave at the moment. It’s sixty-nine degrees Fahrenheit today, far warmer than usual for this time of year.’
    His words were like music to my ears because back in the UK I’d left behind one of the coldest, wettest Aprils ever recorded. Bring on the rays. The sticky warmth of the day engulfed me as we exited the terminal and I smiled happily, tipping my face back to briefly soak up the sun. It might only be the end of April, but David was right about the heatwave – it was far hotter than I’d been expecting.
    Lowering my gaze again I found David waiting patiently for me and looking rather amused by my impromptu sunbathing session. Flushing with embarrassment, I began to move again, following him like an obedient puppy until we reached a long queue of cars waiting by the kerb. As I gazed at the different vehicles my eyes widened. I’d literally never seen so many expensive cars in one place. I suppose it was a sign that you were in Los Angeles when the majority of cars sitting in the short stay car park were Porches and Mercedes.
    Opening the boot of a sleek black limo at the front of the line, David slid my case inside before holding the back door open and leaning his head in. ‘I’ll just be a few moments while I pay the car parking fee, Sir.’
    I barely noticed David