Page 54 of Behind the Lyrics
His leathery, smoky smell filled my nose, and I clutched him closer, wondering how much longer I had until request hour started.
Tenderly, he broke away and speared me with his brooding, sultry eyes. “Were they too much?”
I threw my head back and laughed.
“And, on top of these dead flowers, I brought Rusty back. You should’ve seen the looks I got while driving that hunk of junk down the road.”
“What? Really?” I clapped and jumped up and down. “I figured you had him scrapped.”
“Believe me, I wanted to.” He flicked a loose lock of hair from my neck. “But I know how much you love that ugly thing, so instead, I had a new motor put in.” With an exaggerated shudder, he raised his eyebrows. “I pray no paparazzi snapped any photos of me in that antique.”
I nearly doubled over with laughter, imagining his mortification at driving such an ugly truck.
He gripped my hips and bent his mouth to my throat. “Keep laughing like that,” he growled, “and I’ll throw you down right here and fuck your brains out.”
“So romantic.” Wiping my eyes and snickering, I smacked his chest with the back of my hand.
“Trust me, itwouldbe by the time I finished with you.” Each dimple popped on his cheek, and he wiggled his eyebrows.
“Sorry. No can do.” I disentangled myself from his arms. “It’s almost request hour, and I’ve got to—”
“Fuck request hour.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth, placing a whiskery kiss against the knuckles. “I have a better idea. Let’s do an interview.”
I jerked away and put a fist on my hip. “Right now?”
“Why not? Your boss, what’s-her-name, won’t care.” He slid a finger under the back of my shirt and traced my spine. “Besides, I’m Viktor Farrow—the hottest rock star in the business right now—and I don’t just mean my between-the-sheets moves and killer looks.”
“Stop. A little humility goes a long way.”I can’t deny it, though.With a tender gaze, I roved his face, from his luscious lips, his bright hair, to his sinfully sexy eyes that melted my heartandmy panties. “What the hell. Let’s do it.” He released me, and I sat at my station. “The listeners will eat it up.”
He took the opposite chair then adjusted his seat and the mic.
“So, are we going to play good cop, bad cop?” I teased, giving him a wink.
“Do that shite again”—he licked his lips and rubbed his jaw—“and we’re going to play doctor with you being the patient.”
I flipped a switch and shook my head. A prerecorded voice began the countdown.“10, 9, 8…”
A secret smile played about his lips, and he shifted in his seat and eased a hand into his pocket.
Curious, but unable to ask what he was doing, I focused and prepared to go on air.
Whatever it was he pulled out, he set it on the table with a dullplop. It didn’t sound like his AA chip. Besides, that was private to him, and I doubted he’d take it out unless there was a reason.
“Good evening, Mesa Palms. I’ve got a very special guest in the studio tonight who stopped by to say hi.” I nodded at Viktor, who propped his chin in a palm and flashed his teeth.
“Thanks, Angel.” He placed a wireless headset and microphone on his head instead of using the regular mic on the table. “And hello to all my lovely fans out there. Without you, my new album—oranyalbums—would be utter rubbish. So, thank you for the support, even when I was shitfaced and down on my luck.”
I frowned and made theknife-across-my-throatgesture and mouthedlanguage, please.
His smile grew bigger. “Speaking of luck…” He bit his bottom lip. “Six months ago, I fell in love with an Angel.”
My face warmed, and I took a deep breath, enjoying the tickling wings of invisible butterflies in my stomach—the good kind, not the frantic kind.
“My original plan was to prove she meant nothing to me. I would make her fall in love with my rakish ways then I’d leave her begging for more because she dared to challenge me—todefyme—and that was something I’d never encountered before.”
I knew all of this. He’d told me about Operation Angel Seducer. At first, I’d laughed, thinking it was a joke, then realized he’d been serious. I could only shake my head at such a stupid plan. Only someone as arrogant as he would believe they could make someone fall in love with them.
Well, itdidhappen, though, didn’t it?Still, it was a dumb payback plan.
