Page 147 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
He smirks and walks toward me. “What ifIgetyoudirty?”
I roll my eyes. “That was dumb.”
He chuckles and hands me a water. Then he takes my free hand, tugging me into the kitchen with him, and starts pulling plates out of the cabinet and food from the fridge.
“Since we get to stay here, I called ahead and had them get me some things.”
“Hadwhoget you some things?”
“Oh, the building management. It’s like a concierge service for residents.”
Of course.Rock star perks.
“You like turkey? I’m going to make sandwiches, but I’ve got ham, too.”
“You’re gonna make me a sandwich, King?”
He pulls a few slices of organic whole grain wheat bread out of a bag and winks at me as he lays them out on the table.
“Baby, I’ll make you anything you want.”
Heat stirs low in my belly at his suggestive tone, the way he looks at me with so much need igniting a fire in my veins. I force a cool smirk of my own to my lips and give him a shrug.
“Turkey is fine.”
I watch as he gets to work fixing sandwiches and decide there’s something very sexy about this larger-than-life rock god carrying out such a domestic task. Stop anyone on the street and ask them to imagine Torren King making a sandwich, and I bet money no one could do it. Those hands are for playing bass guitar, talented fingers meant to create music. Seeing them artfully construct a picture-perfect turkey and cheese sandwich? I’m dumbstruck.
I take a sip of my water, and he slides a plate in front of me.
“Got anything you want to do tonight? We can go out if you want? Club or dinner?”
I pick up the sandwich and move it to my mouth. “Honestly? I’m tired. I’m not used to jet lag.”
Torren laughs. “Just wait until Europe.”
I blink and take a bite of my sandwich, so I don’t say anything stupid. Like,but I’m not contracted for Europe. I chew slowly and swallow, then take another sip of my water before speaking again.
“I’m good with staying in tonight, if you are.”
“Want to watch a movie and fall asleep on my couch with me, Firebird?” Torren’s playful grin makes my stomach flip.
“That sounds nice.”
“Wait. Actually...” He puts his half-eaten sandwich on the plate and rounds the kitchen island to do the same with mine before he grabs my hand. “Come with me. I have a surprise for you.”
Torren leads me back through the kitchen and down a connecting hallway. We pass a bathroom and a laundry room before he slows just before we round another corner.
“How fucking big is this place?” I ask, arching a brow, and he grins.
“So, around this corner is like a second living room. It’s supposed to be for entertaining, and when I bought the place, I thought I’d be throwing parties and jam sessions and shit, but I’ve never used it for that. Not once.”
“You have a second living room that you don’t use?”
He shrugs in response.
“Then this isn’t a studio apartment,” I say flatly, and he laughs.
“Yeah, I guess not.”
