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His snort said it all. “She was just a hook-up. Nothing serious.”
“Do you think she’d be happy to make appearances with you?”
“I don’t need a babysitter,” he said, the edge in his voice rough, his eyes burning golden fire.
“Not a babysitter, just someone to walk the red carpet with.”
“Not interested.”
“Do you like dogs?”
“Do you?”
“I ask the questions.”
“Who doesn’t love dogs? I had a golden retriever named Tali. Loved that dog. She died last summer.” For the first time I see something other than arrogance in his eyes. “Can I walk the red carpet with a dog?”
“Maybe get yourself a dog and we’ll see.” I laugh and then a snort escapes and laugh some more because I’ve just snorted in front of the sexy rock star. “At worst, you can teach it to attack the press.”
“Fucking vultures.”
I tap my pen against my tooth, a habit I have when I’m thinking hard. It also takes my mind off the pulsing and the panties… and the moist. Ugh. “Can we talk about Seven of Crows for a minute?”
“Nothing to talk about. Gabe Rushley is a tyrant and can go and fuck himself. And those other two pussies are too fucking scared to stand up to him.” He cracks his knuckles by pressing his hands together. I loathe that sound and cringe inwardly. “They deserve each other.”
“Sounds a lot like sour grapes if you ask me.”
“No one asked you.”
A muscle pulses in his jaw and I find myself watching each throb in awe. Throb. Thump. Throb. Thump.
I force my eyes to return to the papers in front of me. “Fine. Let’s shelf that for now and move on to your album release instead, shall we?”
“If you must.”
“I must.” I can’t help but smile at the resigned expression on his face. “There’s a lot riding on the success of this album.”
“You don’t need to tell me that.”
I ignore his sarcastic tone. “And you have clause in your contract that states that if you screw up or embarrass yourself or the studio, they can drop you.”
“So let them.”
“You don’t want that.”
“I don’t?”
“Of course not.”
“It’s all bullshit.”
“Sure, but it’s bullshit that pays very well.” I glance at his file and see his signing fee. “Wow! Very well indeed.”
“I don’t need the money.”
“Everyone needs money.”
He shakes his head but doesn’t elaborate further so I move on.
