Page 25 of Legendary Rock Star
She put our hands on the table and said, “You were going to tell me what happened with your old band?”
“Not here,” I said, and pulled away.
I traced her sexy thigh and she gave me a shy smile as she asked, “Why not?”
I leaned closer like I’d kiss her, but said, “I think they are spying on us. After the show tonight, they are having a party post production. No matter what happens and who’s at the bottom, let’s get out of here.”
She stayed close like she’d kiss me any second, but asked, “And go where?”
Her lips were more inviting than dinner after a long workout. I moved closer and said, “Anywhere we can talk for a little while.”
“And then you’ll tell me?” she asked. But then I claimed her mouth.
Her kisses were my undoing.
She was sweet and she was what I wanted far more than anything else, including winning.
With her, I’d already found myself. The kiss ended and I said, “I hope I don’t destroy your faith in me when I do.”
She didn’t pull away as she said, “Only one way to find out. And I’m sure it’s not as bad as you believe.”
Almost killing someone wasn’t easily forgotten or forgiven. I knew that. Maggie was a church girl and I was her ruination. I said, “I’m not so sure.”
She shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal and said, “Clearly you’ve changed since then.”
“I have?” I asked and tugged her thigh over my lap.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and let me get closer as she said, “Sure. You don’t drink or do drugs, and there are no other women in your life, are there?”
“You’re the only one I’ve wanted since we met. And you’re not my type at all,” I said and scooted closer.
The only barrier between us now was our clothes. She held her breath. “What’s your type?”
If I was right and the cameras saw us, then her parents would see this too. I might not get a chance to tell her if they talked sense into her. “Girls who don’t ask me questions.”
“That will never be me.”
I should tell her to leave me right now, I thought, but instead I said, “Tomorrow we’ll talk.”
And then she sat up and pulled me closer for another kiss.
I wanted her like I wanted to believe that I had a shot at happily-ever-after. I didn’t deserve it. I should be in hell. And I would be when she tossed me over. For now, though, I wanted her. And her kiss was just the beginning.
I needed to know what it would be like to have all of her.
And that made me the bad guy because I refused to let anyone else have her, ever again. Maggie was mine.
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Maggie
What could I do?I knew he was using me to redeem his bad boy image. The Christmas songs were another means to an end.
And I had played into his hands. He could potentially never pay me for singing a song that ended up on the radio.
Another reason to never kiss him or trust him.
Yet my entire body tingled like I’d never actually lived or experienced anything in my entire life before, and somehow I’d discovered now who I was.
