CHAPTER 53

Leah choked in an attempt to hide her laugh. Only because she knew exactly what I was doing.

So maybe flirting with the security was a little underhanded and immature, but Conor wanted to fuck with the media. That was exactly what I was doing . . . with the added bonus of fucking with him, too.

Two can play this game.

“You aren’t from around here, are you?” I asked him.

“Chloe.” Ajay said my name sharply, a warning in it.

“I’m making conversation. You expect me to sit here for almost an hour and not talk to anyone? I certainly ain’t talkin’ to these pains in the ass.” I nodded toward the paparazzi.

One got a little too close, and Ajay stepped forward threateningly. The photographer didn’t move, and I could see the camera lens in my peripheral vision.

“I hope you got a strap on that thing, because if it ain’t out of my face in the next ten seconds you’ll be pickin’ it up off the floor,” I snapped.

He scuttled back and I glared at the line. Nobody moved aside from a scuffle in the back,