Page 52 of How to Love a Rockstar

“How do you know what books are on my bookshelf?”

“I pay attention.” Which is a very nice way of saying I’ve been obsessed with her since I first saw her in the library appearing all prim and proper with a pencil sticking out of her hair.

“You’re a cheater.” She pulls her hand away from my thigh to cross her arms over her chest.

“I’m a cheater? Or you’re a sore loser?”

She harrumphs.

“I didn’t figure my little librarian would be a sore loser,” I tease.

“I’m not a sore loser. You’re a cheater.”

I chuckle. “Not sure how I could cheat. I’m not a vampire. I can’t read your mind.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “How do I know you’re not a vampire? It kind of makes sense. You’re wealthy. Tick. You lured me into a date with you. Tick. You’re gorgeous. Tick.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Damn. I wish I wasn’t driving. I wish I could press her against a wall and make her admit what she thinks about me.

“You have a mirror. You know you’re gorgeous.” She sniffs and lifts her nose in the air.

I groan. Her prim and proper routine is sexy as hell. It makes me hard every time the librarian in her makes an appearance.

“And you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t have to flatter me. I honor my bets. You’ll get your goodnight kiss.”

“I’m not lying. You are beautiful. You knocked me off my feet the first time I saw you. Again. The first time I saw you again.”

Way to go, idiot. Way to remind her of how you didn’t notice her in high school.

She giggles. “You ran into a wall.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t get hurt and sue you.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t want you to harm your looks. Since you don’t have anything else going for you.”

“Maybe I should have my face insured. Just in case.”

“Are you planning to run into another wall?”

I shrug. “With you around looking all beautiful, who knows what’ll happen.”

“And the tabloids claim Gibson’s the charmer.”

I nearly ask her if she reads the tabloids about the band but snap my mouth shut before I make another colossal blunder. Reminding her of my fame and how much money I have is not the way to Ginny’s heart. And make no mistake about it. My goal is to capture her heart.

“We’re here,” I say when I pull into the parking lot.

“A bookstore?” She gasps. “You brought me to a bookstore?”

“No. I brought you on a tour of bookstores. I read this town has more bookstores per capita than any other place in Colorado.”

She launches herself over the console and into my arms. “Thank you!”

I wrap my arms around her. “You’re welcome, Ginny.”

Her lips meet mine in a barely there kiss. More a peck than an actual kiss. But it’s enough to get a taste of her. She tastes of sunshine and summer days. I want more.

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