Page 9 of Stuck with a Billionaire Rockstar

To show her what I mean, I roll my hips against her as the bass thumps around us, shifting to the other side when it changes, and come to a stop. She keeps her arms fastened around my neck, her hold tightening only for a second before loosening, and I wait with bated breath for her to follow my movements.

She barely moves, and I’m eager to get more of her, but I tamp the emotion down and focus on what she’s doing. Julia shifts awkwardly against me, and I grip her hip, halting her movements, and lean down so I don’t have to talk as loud. “Confidence is key. Believe that you can do it, and your movements will flow much better.”

This is dangerous.

I should’ve ignored everything and gone about my night, letting Julia make a fool of herself without jumping in to save her. Now, I’m the one who needs to be saved because my body is reacting in ways it shouldn’t be with my little sister’s best friend. Fuck, I was getting hard the moment she brushed against me, and I can’t ignore how perfectly my fingers fit over her hips.

Like they were meant to be there.

Without prompting, Julia grinds her hips against me, and this time, it comes through with more confidence than the first time. The new set of confidence is sexy, and it makes me want to show her how much more confident she could be in every setting. I follow her movements with the music, my fingers digging into her skin tighter, but as soon as the song comes to an end, Julia steps away from me breathlessly.

She spins around, her eyes darting over the strangers surrounding us, and shakes her head. “Look, I appreciate the… lesson,” she chokes out, her cheeks heating at the reminder. “I’m not sure it would be the best idea to continue with that.” Before I can respond, Julia hurries back through the crowd where we came from, and I watch her walk away.

I don’t think I’ve ever been put in a position where I’m the one being rejected. It’s normally the other way around, and somehow, that’s sexier than her moment of confidence. Her frame is still visible through the throng of people, and the corner of my mouth lifts as I watch her stumble forward. When she disappears, I run a hand through my hair and make my way over to the bar like I should’ve done when I first got here.

What was I thinking suggesting that she let me help her through the nerves and confidence she’s missing? Anyone can see it from a mile away, and I’m convinced the only reason that stranger came up to her is because her ass was hanging out of her skirt. I shake my head and sigh, then sink into the barstool in front of the counter.

The bartender walks over to me, her hips swaying dramatically with each step she takes, and I pull my eyes away from her movements. If it were any other night, I’d probably give her a second look, but after being so close to Julia my mind is somewhere far away.

“Whatcha drinkin’ tonight, Sugar?”

“The strongest thing you’ve got,” I mutter.

She giggles, then turns away from the counter and heads over to the rows of alcohol before grabbing one to pour into a small glass for me. When she comes back over, instead of walking to the other end of the bar, she leans forward and flashes me a nice eyeful of her breasts. I'm a man, so obviously, I steal a second peak, but they don’t do it for me the way Julia’s body did. “You look like you need some stress relief,” she whispers before bringing a finger up and twirling a strand of her hair around it. “I get out of here in an hour and could use my own.”

As tempting as that sounds, my eyes fall over the partygoers still spilling through the large space, and I find Julia talking animatedly with Mallory across the room. Mallory’s hands are flying through the air, while Julia has a frown on her face that changes into a fake smile every time Mallory turns back toward her, and I wonder what could be wrong.

The bartender clears her throat, pulling my attention back to her, and I clear my throat. “Sorry, but I think I’m going to head out after this drink.”

She rolls her eyes. “Your loss.” With that rejection, she pushes away from the counter and walks toward a new customer.

When I turn back around to focus on Julia, the table they were occupying is now empty, and I dart my gaze around the rest of the space. There’s no way I’d be able to miss that red top, but as I look over each person there’s no sign of her anywhere. Maybe they went back to their suite, which gives me a good reason to swallow what’s in my cup and push away from the bar.

It would probably be a good idea to sleep this night away, get my thoughts under control, and think about the possible mistake I made by suggesting to Julia that I be, essentially, her teacher.

God, it makes me sound pathetic.

Here I am, going through one of the worst scandals I’ve been involved in, and I do the dumbest thing by offering my flirting expertise to a woman. The guys will have a field day with this shit when I tell them.

Maybe I shouldn’t. Julia said no, so there’s no reason to let anyone know.

It could be our little secret.

***

I groan loudly the next morning when my phone rings, the sun shining down brightly on me as I lounge along the pool, and I answer it without looking at the caller ID. “What’s up?”

“How’s the trip going?” Ryker asks on the other end of the line.

“Dude, I just got here yesterday. Maybe give me another day or two before asking.” My fingers are cramping around the pen I’m holding over the notebook in front of me and I look over the words I’ve written, a tune echoing in my mind as I do, and I shake my head.

I could mention the song to Ryker, and get his opinion on it, but something about the lyrics isn’t sitting right with me, and I need to get that figured out before saying anything about them. I drop the pen onto the lined paper and clear my throat… “Anything new?”

Ryker sighs. “Not exactly. Mack is trying to get things figured out but hasn’t had any luck so far.”

“Are there any other stories I should know about?” Mack insisted that I take a new phone on the trip with me. That way, I could still reach everyone but not have access to my social media or any other news pertaining to me. I tested it out this morning, fearful that someone may have gotten photos of me from last night while I was dancing with Julia, and I couldn’t find a single piece of information about myself.

“No.”

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