Page 38 of Legendary Rock Star
Take control. We had to be back on set soon. I pressed my forehead to his and said, “I’ll be calling you, or whatever lawyers I hire will, for lying to me.”
His red cheeks was so slight I almost missed it. He said, “Good. I like that fighting spirit in you.”
Here he was. He helped everyone and didn’t ask anything in exchange. If I was paid fairly for the Christmas songs, we could have so much more. My pulse raced when I was near him.
“Either way, I’m moving to L.A.,” I told him. “You won’t get rid of me easily. But I will also say, I was jealous of the waitress.”
He let out a small breath and his lips came closer to mine as he said, “Don’t be. You’re the one I want, even though I shouldn’t.”
I scooted closer so we might kiss and said, “And I’m in danger, because I want you too.”
His lips were so close to mine. I closed my eyes and waited but then he hugged me instead and said, “We only have a few hours.”
Heat rose off my skin as I curled my arms around his neck, and said, “That’s more time than I thought.”
He met my gaze and said, “It’s better to just be close right now, and see what happens for us once the show ends.”
Right. I was a virgin. Good girls wait. But part of me wanted to toss that idea. I’d been good forever.
But I couldn’t lose focus, either.
He added, “We have time. I mean, there is the tour we all go on until spring, even if we lose, so it’s not like we won’t see each other.”
True. I should cool down. My insides were all trembling, but I was sure. He was right. We should wait. And I did want my first time to be special. I said, “You’d be the person I’d look for, every day.”
And then he laughed and said, “Just kiss me already.”
His kisses had already set me on fire. And despite not wanting to admit it, my heart was involved. He had to know I was absolutely falling in love with him.
He was perfect—if what he said was all true.
11
Phoenix
Those few hourswith Maggie made everything clear.
I needed to get Mark and her together as soon as possible so we could hammer out a fair deal for her demo that was now being used without compensating her.
The music had been magical that night.
As we pulled into the lot, and I realized the crew was searching for us, I let her hand go.
I’d take the blame for staying out past curfew, if that was what the search was about.
I’d not hurt her more, even if it meant losing an easy concert deal to play to large crowds. I puffed my chest out as we walked into the building. Finnigan spotted us and said, “Phoenix, Maggie, the judges are waiting for you, in conference room C.”
“Great.” Maggie let out a sigh and met my gaze. “This is my second time getting called in.”
Right. This was on me. I nodded and said, “We had time off. That was the point of today.”
Finnigan waved us off at the door and headed toward the studio. He must have received his songs already. The judges had the manila envelopes with our assignments. They were all seated on one side of the table and the English judge said, “Phoenix. Maggie. Please take a seat.”
I held her seat for her and then scooted in beside her, folded my hands on the table and asked, “What’s going on?”
Maggie gulped her water. Her face was white.
The British guy said, “The producers are going through the contract.”
