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“I said I don’t need rehab.”
“Your momager…” His eyebrows raise at my subtle dig. “… certainly, thinks you do. You say it’s not alcohol, is it something else?”
“I don’t do drugs.”
“Never?”
“Won’t touch them, butanne…”
Ann…ne?
It must be apparent to Kaan that I’m confused because he smiles apologetically at me before continuing, “… mymomager… thinks everyone in the music industry has a drug problem.”
“Don’t they?”
“Some… sure. But I don’t.” There’s something in his tone that worries me. I’m really going to need to keep him on a short leash. “Truth is, I was just blowing off steam.”
I’m making notes as he talks about the altercation at the pub but when he falls silent, I look up at him to find him staring at me intently. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes narrow like he’s trying to figure me out. “You’re quite beautiful… for someone with such a foul temper, that is.”
I can’t help but laugh at his back-handed compliment. “Thank you.”
“I only tell the truth.”
“Sure, you do.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“I went on a date recently and that charmer told me that I was ‘not a beauty, by any stretch of the imagination’.”
My cheeks grow hot as he lifts an eyebrow at my statement. “Wanker must be dead from the neck up!”
“Or from the waist down!”
His mouth morphs into that raunchy smirk again at my joke and I’m tempted to let him rip off my panties and get dirty with him on the conference table right now.
Wait!
What?
I take a deep breath, willing my pulse to slow down and for my incredibly dirty fantasies to recede from my mind. “What’s your status?”
“Romantically? I guess I’m available.” He leans in and his eyes lock with mine and my mouth goes dry as a slow, deliberate grin spreads across his face. “Are you interested?”
Fuck! Fuckity, fuck!
“Not even in the slightest, Pretty Boy.”
Pulsing.
Panties.
Moist.
Words I hate for 100, thanks, Alex.
“I’m asking for PR purposes, you know, premieres and publicity. Weren’t you seeing some model? Blair something or another?”
