Page 21 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 9

After three days of Jane and I staying indoors, binge watching all our favorite shows, ordering food in, and gossiping about everything there is to gossip about, we decide it’s time to do something different. So, we go shopping. But this time for groceries because Jane decides she’s going to try her hand at cooking again. I’m a very bad cook. Jane is too. The difference between the both of us is that while I have accepted my fate that I just don’t have that magic touch that turns recipes on the pages of a book to mouthwatering delicacies in my oven, Jane believes she can learn how to cook. Over the years, I’ve been witness to her numerous attempts at cooking, and I’ve experienced the good, the bad, and the ugly results. But it’s fun to see her try so hard, so I always support her efforts.

“It says you should sprinkle all that on the chicken,” I read from the book in front of me, a glass of wine beside me.

Jane stares at the bowl of mixed spices and turns around. “Al of it. Are you sure?”

I glance at the recipe and nod my head. “Then it says leave in the oven for thirty-five to forty-five minutes.”

“Okay.”

I watch as she does just that. When she’s done, she joins me at the kitchen island with her own glass of wine.

“You’re stalking him again, aren’t you?”

I turn my phone face down on the marble countertop and shake my head. “Who?”

“You know who. You’re stalking Jake again, aren’t you?”

“I’m not stalking him. I was just going through his Instagram, that’s all.” I sound defensive, and it makes me cringe.

“All right, just know that if you want me to, I can get Ben to run a full check on him. We can find out who his first crush was and what he likes on his pizza in like three days.”

I know I look as surprised as I feel. “You can do that?” I ask, unable to deny that I’m curious. I shake my head. “No, I can’t do that to him. I mean, I don’t need to know any of that.”

Jane shrugs. “Sure, if you say so.”

“Did you run a check on Travis?”

“Fell in love with the idiot before I could get to it.”

I take a sip of my wine and chuckle. “I don’t need to worry about that then, since there is no way I’m falling in love with this one.”

Jane smiles at me. “Sure, anything that helps you sleep at night.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Thin walls. I stay in the room next door, and I can hear your nightly ritual before you go to sleep.”

I blush. “The walls are not thin,” I reply defensively.

“Exactly. And still I could hear you moaning his name last night. Over and over again.”

“I said it just the once.” I scowl at my glass. “And it was a slip of my tongue. I mean, maybe I was thinking of him while I . . .” I trail off. “Doesn’t mean I’m falling in love with him.”

“God, no!” Jane shakes her head at the thought. “Of course, you’re not falling in love with him. What I’m wondering is why you keep on using a vibrator when the real deal is merely a phone call away. You and I both know he’s going to rush down here if you gave even the barest hint that you were interested.”

“He knows who I am,” I try to explain.

“You got naked with him. Of course, he is going to know who you’re. That is if he didn’t already figure that out in the club. You don’t think he can be discreet?”

“Oh, he can.” I remember him bringing me home in his car the other day so no one would see me leaving his apartment and get the wrong idea. Or right idea. I don’t know which one it is. “I just don’t think he wants the kind of pressure that comes with having an affair with someone like me.”

“What pressure?”

I stare at her. “You know, as my agent I don’t think you should be telling me to have a secret affair. What would happen if we get caught?”

Jane sighs. “I guess being your agent and being your friend can be kind of conflicting. But in this case, I’m going to be your friend and tell you to ride this pony until it’s exhausted. You told me yourself that you’ve never had better sex in your life. I’d be the worst kind of friend if I told you to leave that. Besides, you won’t be the first rock star to have sex.”

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