Her eyes widen and she stops to place her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”
God, could she get any hotter? “Just thinking I could use a snack.”
“I hope you starve.”
“Oh, that burns a little. It’s okay. I don’t scare easily.”
“More like you don’t take a fucking hint.”
“Ouch. Someone’s pissy. You nervous, first show and all?”
She pauses and her nostrils flare, but then her lips pull up into a smile that’s so scarce it’s frightening. Shit. I’ve pushed her too far. I consider covering my balls before she retaliates. “This is not my first show, Trent. I’ve been playing music longer than you’ve been fighting hard-ons. So, yeah, I’m ready for tonight, and any indication I’m not has more to do with my present company than anything else.”
“Great to hear,” I say and her brittle front drops for just a second. I’m a bastard for not just walking away. “Kick ass on that stage. And when you’re ready to celebrate after the show, you know where to find me.”
Her shock comes in more of a sputtering expletive than actual words, and I let a wide smile spread across my face. It only pisses her off more.
“I don’t need to get fucked by you or anyone else. Asshole.”
Laughter tumbles from my mouth and I take two steps closer so she has to lift her chin to hold my gaze. Those eyes, full of feisty energy, combined with her lush red painted lips kick up every desire within. My voice drops to a whisper and I cock one eyebrow. “Maybe you’re upset you’re not getting Mr. T tonight?”
“Ugh!” She rolls her eyes and steps back. “I can say with absolute certainty that I never want Mr. T treatment.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t enjoy it. In fact, I’m sure they’re lining up now for the chance.”
“I’m aware of your whorish ways.”
I gleam at the idea she really has checked up on me. Does that mean she’s interested? Or just curious about who she’s touring with. Her lips pull into a smile and I’m sure she feels she’s finally bested me. Ha! She’ll have to hit harder and deeper than that. “I guess we all can’t be goody two shoes with our chastity belts firmly locked down. You know, you seem pretty uptight, Lexi. I could help you out with that. A good lay does wonders.” My eyes travel to the top of her fitted tank and the bra that peeks out at the neckline, along with her cleavage.
“Let me spell this out for you, Trent. I don’t like you. I don’t want to sleep with you. You do not impress me. So you have a guitar? Great. So you have money? Special.” She rolls her eyes before landing them back on me with a glare. “I don’t know anyone else who has money . . . Oh, wait. I do. You have a dick? Doesn’t every other man? The only thing I appreciate about you is the opportunity you have given me to open for the band. That’s it. And I bet that decision wasn’t even made by you. It was made by the label.”
Holy fuck, she’s even hotter when she’s verbally combative with her intelligence. Sean’s right. She’s too good for any of us assholes, but it doesn’t make me crave her any less. I want to respond with something clever. I want to kiss her until she unleashes all that fury into kissing me back. God, how I want to fuck her. Instead, I stand here like a dumbass, lips parted while I battle my desire of what I should and what I can do next.
“Nice. Now you have nothing to say, Mr. Suave? I’ll make this easy for you. From here on out here’s how it’s going to go. I play. You play. Don’t fucking hit on me. Don’t fucking flirt with me. That’s the extent of our relationship. Understood?”
She holds my stare until her eyes wander, traveling over my body and landing back at my lips much wider than before. I’m no mind reader, but that’s got to mean a part of her wants me, too.
“So it would be wrong of me to tell you how hot you are right now?”
“From here on out here’s how it’s going to go. I play. You play. Don’t hit on me. Don’t flirt with me. Understood?”
Handsome, charismatic, and blessed with a voice that brings thousands of fans to their knees, Trent Donovan is a walking cliché. But he has another thing coming if he thinks he can charm his way into my panties.
I don’t care if he’s rich and famous because I’m not here to bag a rock star. I’m here to pave my own way. To prove I belong center stage.
There’s just one problem.
The more time I spend on the road with the band, the more I realize Trent’s nothing like the arrogant playboy I expected. We share a love of music, and if I’m honest so much more.
I came on this tour to follow my dreams, but if I’m not careful he’s bound to lead them off track—right along with my heart.
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