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He was afraid to ask.
So very afraid. And yet he opened his damn mouth and asked anyway. Nothing could surprise him as much as the virgin thing.
He hoped.
“Okay, I’m probably going to regret this, but I’m going to ask anyway. What did you want me to do?”
She recapped her soda and reached across the table to cover his hands. “Give me an orgasm.”
Chapter Five
Lauren sat back in the booth and winced as her hairpins jammed into her upper thigh right on schedule. Better that pain than to relive what she’d just said and West’s response.
So far, he was giving her back a whole lot of nothing.
“That’s not why I’m here, of course,” she added hastily. Too little, too late? Maybe. But also accurate. Getting insider detail to add richness to her make-good project on fandom was the number one reason she’d whipped off her shirt in the crowd of a rock concert.
It wasn’t because she had Daddy issues due to being tossed out of her home after causing what her parents perceived as a family scandal.
> Certainly wasn’t because she was a former all girls’ school student running wild—or trying to and mostly failing.
Definitely wasn’t a case of being struck dumb by the hottest male body she’d ever seen up close and personal.
Okay, maybe that last thing. And this was a good diversion anyway. She wouldn’t lie, but if she could tell him a secondary truth while she carefully probed him for details for her project, then everyone would be happy, right?
“You don’t have to,” she said when it became clear he might not ever speak again.
“No?” West sucked down more of his soda. “Do you have a toy to help if I won’t?”
“Hardly. I’ve only ever used my fingers.”
He coughed and tipped back his head. “One of these times I’ll learn not to drink while you’re speaking.”
“Most people just ignore me.”
“How?” He shook his head as if the idea was patently ridiculous. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”
“That is probably true. I’m not the best at blending. I’m amazed I pulled off the groupie thing as well as I did.” She sighed and uncapped her soda again, taking a long drink. She’d need another soon at this rate. “I’m still new to the whole concert scene.”
“Wait, you’re new to concerts and you’re already sneaking backstage?”
She shrugged. “Go big or go home, right?” She didn’t elaborate.
He didn’t need to know quite yet that she’d never thought shows were the place for her until she’d made the biggest mistake of her life. Which had turned out to be a sort of blessing in disguise, because she loved going to shows. Dressing up for them, the music, the energy of the audience. The whole atmosphere of anticipation.
“So let me just add up some of the information you’ve shared so far. You attended this concert tonight with a man, whom you want to avoid because he doesn’t allow you to have fun. Which, to your mind, includes sneaking backstage and hanging out around rehearsals to meet a rockstar who might pop your cherry or give you an orgasm. Not a requirement, of course, just if the mood is right.”
She tapped her fingers against her chin. “There’s a bit more to it than that, but yes. Close enough.” At least for right now.
She didn’t intend to lie. That was against her code of ethics. Holding some intel back until the moment was better, however? Not lying as far as she was concerned. That was just being smart.
The guy from behind the counter brought out their pie, along with a couple of paper plates and a hefty stack of napkins. She grinned and inched to the edge of the booth, her mouth already watering.
Acting inappropriate worked up an appetite.
“How’s that look to you?” he asked, tilting the round plate toward her first then toward West.
“It looks great. I might need another one. Thank you so much.” She grabbed the first slice the instant he set down the pan, and she bit her lip as both men laughed. “Whoops. Sorry. I have manners somewhere, I swear.”
