Page 59 of Fame and Obsession

Gone are the leather pants and chains. They’ve been replaced by tailored silk and shiny cufflinks.

The pressed black tuxedo fits him in all the right places. His hair still has that “just fucked” look, and his face has just enough of a five o’clock shadow to burn any skin it grazes.

He catches me staring, causing one corner of his mouth to lift in that half-grin. “You. This dress, princess. You look like sin.”

“Well, I believe someone told me to look the part.”

His hand slides down my thigh, finding mine and entwining our fingers.

I tilt a cautious gaze up at him. “What are you doing?”

“You ask too many questions. Anyone ever tell you that?”

I smile. “Yeah, you.”

“You should listen to me more often.”

“Said the snake before devouring the mouse.”

A devilish grin pulls across his face as he guides me toward the elevator. “Don’t play hard to get, princess. Good things don’t come to those who wait.”

“I think that’s backward, Julian.”

He cocks a dark eyebrow as the elevator door closes. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Backward has its advantages too.”

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It’s like pure sex.

The 6.2L V8 DI, amped-up, full-throttled sex machine grabs the road, takes curves, and thrusts like it’s built for fucking.

Julian’s Laguna Blue convertible Corvette Z51 Stingray is powerful, smells like an expensive showroom, and costs more than I’d see in three years of working.

The rock god business must pay well.

“We didn’t take a limo because she’s my only indulgence. I drive her whenever I get the chance,” Julian says, sliding his eyes from the road to my face.

How the hell does he do that?

“Excuse me?”

“My road woman.” He shifts into third gear and floors it.

“I’m not sure I want to know any more.”

He chuckles. “My ‘vette, Phoebe. She’s the other woman in my life.”

“Oh.” I’m not sure there’s a correct way to respond to that.

“She was a gift to myself after we got our signing bonuses. Stingrays are badass cars. Hendrix owned one. So did Slash. Why the hell not me, right?”

I snort. “Sure, why not?”

“Ah, Phoebe disapproves.”

“It’s your life, Julian.” I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. “Ninety large on a car just seems a little excessive.”

He places his hand across his heart. “That hurts, princess.”

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