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“That might have been Courtney.”
“Oh, and ‘a self-righteous wanker’ as well.”
“That was definitely me but don’t I get some credit for the compliment I just gave you?”
“Semantics.” Kaan slaps the countertop and I burst out laughing, glad for a little comic relief to the sexual innuendos being tossed around like candy. Kaan joins in and rolls his eyes, making me laugh even more. “I like your laugh.”
“You do?” I cover my mouth with my hands for fear a snort would escape. “Most people think my laugh sounds like a hyena.”
Kaan grabs his beer and waves it at me, grinning wildly. “It does!”
“And now you’re back to being a complete asshole again.”
“I only tell the truth.”
He laughs once more which is so infectious that it sets me off again as well.
I sit on the other side of the counter and do everything in my power to stop myself from staring at his arms as he tidies in the kitchen, his muscular, sexy arms are strong and tanned and the perfect size to wrap around me while I’m impaled on his—
Oh my God, Meg!
This damn martini is having the unwanted effect of turning my brain all fuzzy. “Can we change the subject?”
Kaan finishes wiping down the counter, and indicates the sofas across the room. “I’d rather not.”
“I we need to update you on the Blair situation.”
As I follow, I shake myself all over in an effort to shake away the sexy thoughts. I need to concentrate on the subject at hand: Blair Roberts and her numerous infamous meltdowns that have made headlines around the world for the past few weeks.
Since being released from police custody, Blair was whisked away under the cover of darkness to a health farm in Kent where she agreed to a 28-day addiction recovery program. Of course, only hours after admission she was released and returned to London, lining up interviews to give her side of the story about how Kaan had promised her the world and then broke her heart. Once the interviews dried up, she took to social media, bad-mouthing Kaan, Seven of Crows, the record label and even me, to the world.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” he declares firmly, his dark eyebrows knit together.
I blink, a little surprised by that declaration. “Wow! I didn’t expect that.”
“She is! She’s a stupid girl. Blair has everything going for her. She’s beautiful, talented, and really sweet… when she wants to be that is. But the drugs turned her into a monster. She can be so manipulative and she’s as cunning as a fox. No doubt, she convinced the doctors that she’s perfectly healthy, and the whole thing was fabricated by some nasty PR person—probably you!” He chuckles to himself as he sips on his beer. “The drugs fucked her up, Nutmeg, and she was becoming more and more bloody erratic. I just couldn’t be around her. I can’t be around drugs. It’s not my thing, never has been. I did warn Brynn that she was going to be a handful.”
“Brynn loves a challenge.”
“Probably why she took me on as a client.”
“She’s definitely got a soft spot for you.” The martini is doing its job and I’m babbling. “She thinks you’re like porn.”
“She said that?”
“Uh-huh. Like porn, pizza and a hot fudge sundae all neatly packaged.”
“All the taste, but none of the calories.”
“You could go into marketing becausethat’sa catchy slogan!”
“I’ll keep that in mind for when this album tanks.”
I cough lightly before changing the subject, indicating the guitar leaning against the coffee table. “Have you been writing?”
Kaan picks up the guitar and strums a few notes. “I have.”
“Play for me?”
