I hated that he was right.
“Exactly,” Trevor said through clenched teeth. “My kids’ nanny, my employee, which means hands off.”
“Funny.” Drew crossed his arms.
“What?”
“You should listen to yourself and then go take a long hard look in the mirror. Just because you can’t have her doesn’t mean you can keep her away from someone who could.” He smirked at both of us and then saluted Trevor with his middle finger and walked off toward Ty and Linc.
“Sorry about that,” Trevor murmured. “He means well.”
I turned and glared. “I get that you’re my boss, but that doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I do off the clock, right?”
His eyes widened. “Yes. No. I mean—” He gulped. “He’s a player. He’s not good, not for you.”
I pressed my lips together. “And that’s your call to make because…?”
He stared me down, his eyes heated.
I almost backed away.
But I was frustrated.
Frustrated that Drew was right.
Frustrated that he saw right through it all.
Frustrated that Trevor was the kind of guy who would stay in a perpetual state of sexual frustration before acting on anything.
“I need a drink,” he finally muttered before leaving me standing there, alone and wondering where it all went wrong between the hand holding and the arguing.
Stewing, I sat on the nearest chair, only to have Will plop right down next to me. How was this my life? That the lead singer, one of the most famous guys in the world, was suddenly sitting next to me eating potato chips and shooting the breeze. I mean, I’d been surrounded by a lot of these guys but this was next level.
All of them were A list.
Every last one.
No B list allowed, it seemed.
“So,” Will exhaled. “All I’m going to say is this, he feels everything.”
“What?” I craned my neck.
Will was wearing glasses, which just added to the GQ effect of his tight ripped jeans and black tank. He had bracelets wrapped around each wrist and a wedding ring on his left ring finger. It was the only part about him that looked domesticated. The guy had gone into hiding it seemed and then came back on the scene with his entire band spouting out Grammys like they’d never taken any time off, except to turn into men with muscles and killer smiles.
The world wasn’t ready.
I wasn’t ready.
“Trevor.” Will leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “He feels everything. Most musicians do. I swear none of us can even have a crush without falling so hard that it’s almost embarrassing. It’s all or nothing with us, we all grew up on the road, didn’t experience life the way normal people do. When we dated, it was almost always famous people who wanted something from us. Normal was crashing someone’s prom for a TV show, normal was finishing high school on a tour bus, normal was snorting cocaine before the show so we didn’t fall asleep on stage. What I’m saying is, he doesn’t react the same way a normal guy would because he’s not normal. None of us are, and if you think we are, then you’re lying to yourself. You’ve known Linc for a while, you’ve known Alec and Demetri just as long. You forget how famous they are because they’re like family. You’re in this little cocoon of Seaside or, what was it? Wyoming? Montana?”
I made a face.
He just laughed. “Walk down the street with him, just once. Not during the morning when everyone is still getting up, but at night, rush hour, watch the stares he gets, the pictures people ask to take. His life isn’t his own. And the sick part is that he’s right in the middle of one of the biggest divorce scandals to hitHollywood, and you’re sitting there wondering why he can’t just step out on a ledge and do more than hold your hand—”
“I wasn’t…” Shame washed over me. Because he was right.
“All it takes is one picture of holding your hand and you’re in this, and he’s known you what? A few days? And you want him to do something stupid like ask you on a date? We aren’t all Drew.”
