Page 11 of Taming His Rockstar

“Not how it works,” he replies as he picks up his glass. “And now that we’ve covered my life, how about you? What do you do?”

“A little bit of this, a little bit of that,” I give him the standard reply I do when I go out like this. “You could say I’m a freelancer.”

“So, you pretty much sleep without an alarm?”

“Never actually needed one,” I reply with a grin. “I’m an early riser.”

“Really? Good for you then. I don’t think I could muster the energy to get out of bed if I really didn’t have to.”

“Why? The thought of tackling tax reports not exciting enough for you?” I wag my brows at him.

He wags his back at me and makes me laugh.

“Funny enough, they do.” He chuckles at my facial expression. “I know, right? Shocking that I could love numbers and balancing them out. I figure I became just a tad bit more boring in your eyes now.”

“Not really. If anything—”

“Ryan,” Dan suddenly interrupts us, and from the look in his eyes, I can tell he is about to call his girlfriend, whoever she is.

Ryan gets to his feet and gives me a knowing grin. “I guess this is where we say goodbye. It was nice to meet you tonight.”

“Nice to meet you too,” I say, shaking the hand he holds out.

He thinks about it for a few seconds. Then he reaches into his pocket and brings out a small card.

“That’s my business card, but it’s got my phone number and email on it. You know” — he shrugs nervously in that cute way of his — “in case you want to chat sometime.”

I take the card from him and slip it into my purse. After a few more words, I watch him and Dan leave the club arguing about something.

“He’s going to make up with his girlfriend,” Jane replies, gazing fondly at them.

I’m not surprised. Jane’s a romantic.

“I know,” I respond as I pick up my glass and empty it.

“Seems like you were having a nice time with Ryan,” Jane says as she sits down on the chair Ryan just vacated.

“I was,” I admit. “He’s a really cool guy.”

“So, you’re going to call him?” she asks.

I think about it for a few seconds and end up shrugging. “I don’t know. He was nice and funny, and I’m starting to think there is something wrong with me because he seemed like the perfect guy, and he didn’t even stir me up one bit.”

“Don’t worry. Give it time. Anyway, it’s great that you at least got out the house and talked to someone.”

“It is,” I agree with her. “And thank you for dragging me out.”

“That’s what friends are for.” She glances back at the crowd around us. “So, anyone out there you fancy?”

I don’t have to look back before I shake my head.

“I figured as much.” Jane gets up and tugs at my hand. “Come on, let’s dance instead.”

I glance at the dance floor, and even though a small part of me wants to get out there and sweat a little, a bigger part doesn’t. So, I shake my head again.

“Nah, but you can go on. I’ll just sit here and see if any other nice, cute guy turns up to flirt with me.” She gives me a look, and I smile and squeeze her hand. “Hey, I’ll be fine, okay? I mean, I came out, flirted, and I enjoyed myself. And I’d be really pissed off if you don’t enjoy yourself because of me.”

“You sure?”

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