Page 11 of Electric Touch

I don’t like that, given their conversation. It doesn’t seem like this is something I want to get in the middle of. I pay, shove my wallet away, and pick up the beers.

“Holy crap.”

I turn back. Her eyes are wide, and she is staring straight at me. Her cheeks blush a soft shade of pink, her perfect full lips drop open. I give a half awkward smile, nod and turn.

“Tia?”

“That’s Nash Jameson.”

I turn back at her whisper shouting my name.

“Who is Nash Jameson?” The tall guy asks.

She flushes a brighter red and stares at her feet.

“I am,” I say. Not sure why? I should hightail it out of there. For some fucking reason, I step right into whatever is going on between these two. When you hear someone say your name, someone vaguely familiar, it warrants finding out who they are, obviously. Nothing to do with talking to the hot chick. At all.

“You know this guy?”

She draws up straighter and holds her bottle up between her breasts, like some kind of protection. All it does is draw my eyes to her chest.

“Do I know you?” I ask her.

She shakes her head.

“But you know me?”

She nods.

“Jesus, what’s with this head shaking?”

I scowl at the guy. He is pissing me off the way he is talking to her.

“I, er… Auditioned to be in your music video a few weeks back. You’re in Red Alert,” she says, then gives the guy a scathing glare.

So that is where I recognise her from? I didn’t think she was in the video. I would have remembered her, I was sure of it.

“They dismissed me.” She points out.

“Sorry.” I tell her. “It isn’t up to me who gets cast.”

“Well, you kinda had a hand in it. You picked another girl after the producer dismissed her. It kind of put me out of the running as all the slots got filled.”

Shit. The blonde I’d used to piss Riley off. I said I would fuck her, I was focused on getting back at Riley, I didn’t even care who the girl was. Nor had I paid much attention to anyone else.

Christ, if I’d been more aware of what was going on that day, I wouldn’t have intervened. This woman is so unlike every other one in that music video. She would have made it interesting, instead of the same vapid stuff. She doesn’t strike me as the model type, I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t picture it.

“Sorry about that,” I say, even as I’m asking myself why the fuck I am apologising.

“So, you’re famous?” Tall guy asks.

“I’m gonna head back upstairs.”

“Yes, please do. Excuse my friend, he’s being an ass.” She bites her lip.

Shit, that is sexy as all hell. I nod and turn away.

“Wait.”

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