Page 10 of Wild Stars

I blink furiously, trying to keep focused on being polite and thanking the man for making sure I was okay, and not focusing on the sexy way he says my name.

Which makes my ADD riddled brain burst with thoughts that are probably way too inappropriate for the workplace.

I fight the heat that wants to rush into my cheeks as I hold his steely gaze.

You can do this!He’s just a guy.

Yeah, a guy you totally had posters of in your room as a teenager.

Who happens to be way hotter in person than in your dreams.

“I just wanted to say thanks.For, uh...helping me out last night.”

For holding my hair back and letting me make a legit mess of myself in front of you, Sir.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Something shifts in Matty’s eyes and his expression softens only a little.

“Yes, well, someone clearly needed to.”He grinds his jaw.

What is his problem?

Why am I so hot all of a sudden?

“Matty, come on, can you just, like?—”

Batman practically shoves me up against the doorframe, and for a moment, I can’t even fathom the thought of K-Cups or muffins, because the sight of those perfect lips, that dark gaze, and my stupid fucking twitching cock are all I can focus on.

Matty leans a tattooed arm against the doorframe, his lips curling back to expose perfectly white canines.The veins in his biceps make the constellation lines look alive, and I have to remember to breathe.

Not only because my idol is inches away from me, but because something about his aura is making my brain feel like mush, like when he sings.

I swallow harshly, as he growls, “I said, don’t fucking call me that.”

And because I truly am a damn idiot with probably only one functioning brain cell at the moment, I don’t shut up like I should.

No, my last kamikaze brain cell feels likefighting.

I challenge his space, gazing down his fiery pupils as I respond, “You aren’t the fucking boss of me,Matty.”I smile smugly as I purposefully enunciate his name, using my size to shove him back against the side of the doorframe, and steamroll my way into the break room.

“Ungrateful little shit.Next time I’ll let you fucking rot,” he snaps, and with that, Mateo Starr leaves me to question every decision I’ve made in the last twenty-four hours.

“Fuck,” I breathe once he’s out of sight.“What the hell is wrong with me today?”I run my hand through my hair as I wait with bated breath for my caramel cappuccino.

“Whatever, Dare.Just grab your coffee and put Sexy Batman out of your brain,” I tell myself as I grab my drink and head off the studio.

CHAPTER4

Mateo

Get a hold of yourself.

I run my hand over my face as I try to regain my sense of self.

Because, for a brief moment—when Darebrattilytried to shovemeagainst the doorframe—I nearly forgot who I was and where we were.

My vision went red at the bite of his defiance, making my damn heart stop, and my breath catch.

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