Page 27 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 12

Ilearned after the first night Kent spent with me that I shouldn’t leave anything I love that can be chewed around. After ruining two running shoes and one leather boot, I move all my shoes into the walk-in closet in my bedroom and make sure to always keep it closed. The very next day, I bought him several chew toys and enrolled him in training school. Still, it’s nice having him around. He’s so cute he makes me laugh with how he seems so curious about his new environment. Like when he stands in front of the mirrored door that leads to the balcony for fifteen minutes, trying to figure out who the other dog is.

I also start to write down ideas for my next album. Or at least I try to. I mostly end up just doodling meaningless lines on my pad. Jane’s leaving this weekend, and so I’m trying to spend as much time as I can with her before she leaves. We sit in the living room, painting our toenails. I just got mine finished, and now it’s Jane’s turn. As I coat her nails in pink, she fills me in on some of my upcoming engagements. Mostly it means that I have like two weeks more before I will need to start showing up for shows and paid gigs. It’s two weeks I’m now wondering how I’m going to fill up without her. As for Jane, it’s clear she misses her husband and kids. And I can’t blame her.

“So, why did you not try to see him again?”

The question is so random and yet I have no problem understanding who she’s talking about. This time, I don’t bother denying or making excuses.

“Because I went in wanting just a one-night stand and ended up wanting several more.” I nod and grin back at her. “Yeah, it was that good. But I couldn’t do that to him.”

Kent comes around and nudges at Jane. She absentmindedly picks him up and begins to pet him. “Do what?”

“Upset his life like that.” I shrug, finally able to face the truth. “How long do you think we could carry out that whole charade before someone finds out and leaks it to the press? And then what? He’s going to have to go around trying to define a relationship he doesn’t want.”

“How do you know he doesn’t want it?”

“A relationship?” I cock a brow. “Because it was a one-night stand.”

“No.” Jane sighs. “I meant how do know he doesn’t want several one-night stands?”

I think back to that morning. “I think he did. I’m talking of what would happen when it goes public.”

“Do you plan on leaking it to the press?”

I shake my head quickly. “Of course not.”

“Then why are you so sure they would find out before the whole thing blows over?” She stares at me. “Or does this have anything to do with Michael?”

My lips curl in disgust as I hear the name I’ve been trying very hard to keep out of my mind from the beginning. “Maybe it does. But I’m not planning on taking that risk.”

“Look, Michael was a douche for using you the way he did. Just because he was one doesn’t mean every guy you’re going to meet out there is one. Besides, I told you right away that he was a douche. You were the one who was so caught up in her feelings.” She sighs and looks up at me. “Jake seems like a pretty cool guy. Just be upfront with him about what this is, and you’ll be fine.” She leans close to me. “This is just physical, right? I mean, you’re not like having feelings for him?”

“Hell no.” The idea is laughable. “I just really enjoyed sleeping with him.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “I know. You won’t shut up about it.” She turns back to Kent. “All I’m saying is that you enjoy being with him. He is an adult and seems like a pretty good guy. If you think you want to have a fling with him, I don’t see why not. Besides, I don’t think he’s going to mind people finding out he is sleeping with a rock star.”

“Okay, why are you doing this to me?” I groan. “I just got over him.”

“No, you got a dog to take your mind off him. A cute dog, I have to admit,” she adds as she coos at Kent. “But this respite is going to last a few days, maybe a week. And one day, you’re going to be left wondering what if you’d given yourself the opportunity to have the best fling of your life. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t stop you from having good sex?”

“Not good,” I correct her. “Mind-blowing sex. Spine-altering sex. The kind of sex fantasies are made off.”

Jane laughs. “See? So, would you go and see him again?”

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. But I’m thinking of it, so much that I’m almost sure then that I’ll be seeing Jake again sometime soon.

“Exactly what did the guy do that rocked your world so much?”

I want to tell Jane the truth. But remembering her reaction when we saw the whips in the sex shop stops me. Someday, I’ll let her know that her friend likes being told what to do. For now, I decide to keep it to myself.

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