Page 19 of Naz & Roz

Surely, letting Roz have a bit of fun—she wasn’t even eighteen yet—wasn’t going to do anything bad for her career or focus.

Or would it?

Naz had no idea.

Luca made a noise in the back of his throat. “Her mentor sent her here for a while to relax and prep for the upcoming audition in Australia. He’s an asshole, but he’s the best one to teach her. Or, that’s what everybody else says.”

Naz’s gaze narrowed. “That plays in to the no dating thing how—”

“His rules. That’s one of them.”

He tipped the water bottle up as the phone in his pocket buzzed, and took another sip of water. Pulling the phone out, Naz grinned at the name lighting up his screen.

Roz.

She decided to text him, apparently. Nothing particularly earth-shattering or whatever, but still. A text was a text, and the night wasn’t even over yet.

Hey, it read.

“Sucks for her mentor, then,” Naz said. “Because I think that rule is shot to hell after tonight.”

Luca just laughed, and shook his head. “You’re so good at stirring shit.”

He really was.

That’s not what this was, though.