Page 15 of Stuck with a Billionaire Rockstar

And it’s as I walk away, with the need to turn around and watch her disappear, that I realize how screwed I might be after all.

7

Julia

My stomach should not be fluttering with a million butterflies and I definitely shouldn’t be bringing my fingers to my lips as Brent stalks away from me. The ghost of his kiss still lingers there, tingling like a wildfire ready to erupt, and I’m half-tempted to follow him down the hall to get another taste of his lips.

I shake my head, getting my thoughts under control, then spin around to face our suite. I’m about to twist the handle and push it open, but Mallory’s loud moans echo through the door and my nose scrunches.

I guess now isn’t the time to go inside.

Her moans only get louder and I shiver in disgust before rushing away from the door, back toward the elevators. It only takes a couple minutes for the cart to open up into the lobby and I’m surprised to find Brent outside the glass doors that face the pool, sitting at the edge of the concrete, feet dangling in the water, with a drink in his hand. I run my hands down the fabric of my dress, then take a deep breath and make my way towards him.

“Nice night, right?”

Was that stupid to say?

Brent jumps forward and looks at me over his shoulder with a small smile. “It’s nice enough.”

“Didn’t feel like going to your room?”

He shakes his head and blows out a rough breath. “Just thinking, that’s all.” His eyes trail over my body slowly, then looks into my eyes with a raised brow. “And you?”

“Seems as though Mallory is still in the middle of having her fun, so this was the next best thing.”

“Right,” he says, then clears his throat and waves a hand at the chair next to him. “Well, have a seat, Buttercup.”

I keep my eyes on him as I sink onto the chair, dropping the gaze to his mouth, and shake from the thoughts. It would be simple to lean over and crash my lips against his, but I’d only end up making a fool of myself. “Thanks,” I whisper while leaning into the chair and looking at the water rippling in the pool.

It’s dark out, but the lights that illuminate on the inside of the pool cast a faint blue glow over the two of us and it makes the color of Brent’s eyes pop. I could get lost in them forever.

What the hell am I saying?

Brent clears his throat and says, “You were good tonight.”

I chuckle and flip some of my hair over my shoulder. “Aside from the outfit, right?”

He smiles brightly at the comment, and I get lost in the brightness of it for a moment longer than necessary. “You looked beautiful in both, Julia.”

Why does my heart swell at hearing him say that?

Before I look too pathetic staring at him, I look down at my lap and fiddle with my fingers. “Well, thank you. For helping me,” I mutter.

This shouldn’t have to be a thing. I’m twenty-seven years old, so how could I possibly be in a position where I need to ask for help going on dates? If maybe I had been a little more careful in college, there wouldn’t be much of a problem but, alas, here we are.

“You need to stop being so nervous,” he says softly. “I could tell when your nerves disappeared, you became more relaxed and yourself. That’s your problem.”

How do I stop myself from being nervous? I nod slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

His hand falls over mine, which is resting on the arm of my chair, and I squeeze my thighs together from the action. A simple touch makes me want to lose control, but I can’t let that happen. “You really looked beautiful tonight, Julia.”

I look up, the blue of his eyes somehow darkening as each second passes, and I swallow the emotions down. “T-thank you.” God, I really need to get a grip.

I’m expecting him to move his hand, but he keeps it there and the skin beneath his touch feels like a hot flame. How can he not notice that? Most importantly, why are we both leaning into each other? It’s slow, as if neither of us understand what’s going on, but nothing pulls us to a stop. We’re the only ones out here right now and there’s something hot about the idea that anyone could walk out here with us.

The moment Brent’s lips touch mine every nerve in my body lights up like a christmas tree. It’s addicting. He brushes his lips softly against mine, slow and sensual, but I deepen it because I can’t get enough. I need more. As if sensing where my thoughts are, Brent pulls away breathlessly and presses his forehead against mine.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this out here.”

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