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An unwarranted thrill flashed through my insides. Startled by my imagination, I downed the dregs of my overpriced latte and abandoned the rest of my lunch.
There was no way in Hell I’d be caught on a date with Levi Stark. Letting him finger-fuck me in his dressing room was bad enough.
Even though that was without a doubt the best, most satisfying orgasm in my entire life. Nothing had ever come close to how he made me feel, melting in the palm of his hand like I was putty, and he was the artist shaping me into something new.
A secret part of me wanted that. To become something or even someone new with him. I wanted to partake in the carnal euphoria he offered, and revel in the release.
Fuck, I had to shut those thoughts up before they consumed me.
At the grocery store, I drifted through the aisles, tossing a myriad of snacks into my basket, and several bottles of wine. Likely too many, but nothing helped me sleep better than a glass–or three–of a red zinfandel filled to the rim.
I turned my cart down the frozen foods aisle, listening to the squeak of a crooked wheel on tile. My eyes flicked between the wine bottles in my cart and the double fudge gelato on the shelf.
No amount of junk food would fill the void in my life, but chocolate and wine were a good start in my book.
Back home, I popped open a bottle of wine and ordered a pizza. After washing my face and changing into my comfiest sweats, I sunk into my couch cushions, half hoping they’d swallow me whole. While flipping through channels on the tv, I made the mistake of passing over the local news.
The perky blonde reporter flashed her disarming smile and turned her microphone on her current victim. “So, Levi, what’s next for your band after these local shows?”
A face I’d been trying to avoid thinking about all day became the focal point. Those damn cameras centered on the skull-faced rockstar and his fans screaming in the audience.
Levi flashed a charming smirk that sent the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. I imagined everyone watching at home right now fanning themselves.
My teeth ground together, and my heart slowed to an agonizing drumbeat. I leaned forward on my couch cushion, fingers digging into the material. I balanced precariously on the edge as if Levi’s presence on the screen bid me closer.
“After this series of local shows throughout California, I’ll be finishing my current album and taking those new songs on an international tour.” The low rasp of his voice rolled through me and heated my blood.
I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and pressed my thighs together.
“How exciting!” The reporter gave him a once over before facing the camera man again, and saying, “Well, you heard it here, folks. Levi has some exciting new music on the way, and his band goes international once again. Your fans across the world must be bursting at the seams for those tickets.”
Levi nodded and waved at the thousands of screaming fans behind him. A gruff chuckle rolled off his lips, and an unbidden memory of his mouth on my neck rose to the surface. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck at the same time my fingers brushed over the hickey on mine.
“We’re so grateful to our fans. Without them, none of this would be possible.” Levi kissed the tips of his fingers and lifted it to the crowd, driving them wild.
The reporter batted her lashes and tossed out a throaty laugh that grated on a nerve I didn’t know I had.
“And Levi, your fans are dying to know if there’s a special someone in your life right now. Are you able to share anything?” She pressed the mic to his face again, drilling for an answer.
He chuckled, deep and boyish. It was a laugh I didn’t know he was capable of, and my heart skipped a beat at the sound.
Then he licked his bottom lip and stared directly into the camera. “Uh, yeah, there’s someone I’m interested in.”
I fell off the edge of my couch, and my knees smacked into the hardwood. My glass of wine splashed across the floor and a lovely red splatter stained the corner of my cream center rug.
“Oh, shit,” I hissed.
His alluring voice pulled my eyes back to the screen. “But she’s definitely way too good for me. I don’t stand a chance.”
My jaw dropped, and my limp fingers released the glass in my hand. It shattered into a million glittering pieces on the floor, and the last droplets of my drink soaked into my sweatpants.
The interview continued, but my ears buzzed as my vision blurred. All I heard was that heavenly rasping tone, and the skeleton paint that stressed his handsome features.
Was he as agonized by thoughts of me as much as the thought of him tormented me? I’d be delusional to think he was talking about me… But what if he was?
Eleven
Learning that I’d get the opportunity to work with the famous, yet anonymous lyricist D. Johnson had excited me. It gave me hope that my album for the international tour would take off and lift my band to new heights.
