Hollywood Roommates

8

“Of course.” I know every gory detail about Luke’s messy divorce from actress Lana Grayson earlier this year. Everyone does. It was all over every magazine and entertainment news show, with everyone on social media mourning the end of #luna. Luke and Lana met on the set of a movie three years ago and were both gorgeous, rich, and popular. Even their names sounded good together. They were the perfect couple, until Lana left Luke for the co-star of her last movie.

“Lana took the house,” Matt says. “Or really, he let her have it. He had nowhere to go and was kind of a mess at the time. Drinking. Drugs. Women. Shane told him to stay here as long as he needed to get his s**t together again. That was four months ago.”

“Sounds like Shane takes in all sorts of charity cases.”

“I know he comes across as an asshole at first, but the truth is, he’s a good guy. He wouldn’t open his house up to three lost people otherwise.”

“You sure? Maybe Shane needs rent money for his secret gambling problem.”

Matt laughs. “No gambling problem. He definitely doesn’t need the money, not with his show. In fact, he barely lets me pay him anything for rent. If it were up to him I’d live here for free, but I insist.”

We make it to the middle floor to continue the tour of my temporary home. Matt shows me the gym, with enough equipment in it to give 24 Hour Fitness a run for its money. The home theater is next to it, with plush leather seats and a huge screen. We pass by another guest room that’s bigger than mine, but doesn’t have a view of the ocean or a walk-in closet. Shane could have easily stuck me in this room, but he didn’t. He gave me the nicer room. The one near him.

Back on the first floor, Matt shows me a grocery list that they fill out each week, which Shane and Luke’s assistants then take care of. He explains that the cleaning crew comes every Friday morning and that they also do laundry. A personal chef comes three times a week and on the other days healthy pre-prepared meals are delivered ready to heat up. “If you need anything dry cleaned, Shane’s assistant will take care of that too,” he adds.

I chew on my lower lip as I stare at the grocery list. “Wow. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with all that. I’m used to taking care of myself.”

Matt shrugs. “Suit yourself. But you might as well go with it. Shane’s paying for it, after all.”

I’m still unsure about the idea of letting someone else do all the cleaning, cooking, and shopping. What am I supposed to do with myself? I like cooking, after all. Maybe they’ll let me take over some of the household duties in return for letting me stay with them. It will make me feel better for not being able to pay rent as well.

Matt continues his tour. “Down this hallway is Luke’s room and Shane’s office. I’d avoid both of those if I were you.”

I laugh. “Will do.”

“If you need anything, let me know.” He grins at me and his eyes travel up and down my body suggestively. “Anything at all.”

He’s such a flirt. I can’t deny that I like it though, maybe even a little too much. After what Parker did, it’s nice to have a guy interested in me.

“Thanks you for your help. I’m going to go unpack.” I lean forward and press a quick kiss to his cheek, before heading to the stairs.

Chapter Six

ALLIE

Once I’m in my room, I stare at all my stuff. I don’t have much. I gave up a lot of my furniture when I moved in with Parker, and my apartment before that was tiny anyway. Still, I was in such a rush to pack my belongings after our disastrous lunch that I left a lot of my things behind. Now I regret it.

A sharp knock sounds on my door. “Come in,” I call out.

Shane steps inside, looking every bit as gorgeous as he did when I first saw him, even though his blue eyes are still like ice. “You seem to be settling in.”

“Yep. Pretty much done unpacking.”

He hands me a couple sheets of paper, stapled together. “Sign this.”

I take them and skim the first page. A bunch of legal mumbo jumbo makes me nearly cross-eyed. “What is this?”

“Roommate contract.” He hands me a black pen.

“I see.” Except, as I read, it quickly becomes clear this isn’t a normal rental agreement. The first page is a pretty standard non-disclosure agreement, which I suppose is to be expected when living with three famous people. I turn the page and my eyes widen. I begin to read out loud. “‘I, Allison Chambers, agree not to engage in any s****l activities with anyone living in this house’—what the hell?”

“It’s for your own good.” I glare at him. “What I do with my body is no concern of yours.”

“What goes on in my house is a concern of mine, especially if it causes problems between the people living here.” He offers the pen more insistently. “We’re all going to sign a copy.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you can find somewhere else to live.” I continue reading, scowling the entire time. “‘s****l activities with anyone living in this house, including but not limited to kissing, intercourse, oral s*x, handjobs, anal s*x—’” My eyes widen. “Wow, who wrote this?”