Page 13 of Taming His Rockstar

“Is that the best you can do?” I ask, giving him a cocky grin.

“Not really. Although I have to admit, I do most of my best work in the absence of a crowd and preferably on a flat surface.”

From romantic to dirty in the space of a few seconds. I have to clutch at my drink. Still, this was not my first rodeo.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that same line and like a hundred of its other cousins. More often than not, it ends up with me in my bathtub with my vibrator while the idiot snores off in my bed.”

He shrugs. “They are idiots. And I don’t see why you would need to go to the bathroom to use that vibrator when we figure out a better use for it. I mean, won’t be bad if you had some appetizers before the main course.”

He’s good. I have to admit that. Most men would’ve shut down when they heard the word vibrator. Too insecure to handle the mention of something else they see as competition. The ease with which he took that in stride told me I’m in dangerous waters. But I’m too deep now to go back. I just have to push through and hope it doesn’t get any deeper. And even more that I don’t get any wetter.

Fortunately for me, Jane takes a break from dancing to check up on me. I smile at her as she takes the stool she vacated earlier.

“Nice to see you’re really enjoying yourself,” I say to her.

She grins at me, then smiling gratefully at Jake as he drops a cold glass of something in front of her. “Boy, you’re really good at figuring out what people need, aren’t you?”

“I try,” he says with that damn smile of his.

“So, you ready to come dance?” she asks me after emptying almost half her glass.

I think about it and shake my head.

“You sure? Or you want to get out of here?”

“Not yet,” I reply, not ready to admit why I still want to stay. “Why, you’re not dancing again?”

Jane looks at the dance floor and shrugs. “Not really fun getting guys to rock with you when Travis is not here to get jealous.”

I smile as I remember how this would’ve played out in the past. Jane and I would step on the dance floor while Travis stayed behind because he didn’t like dancing much. Jane would find some hot guy to dance with, and she’d make sure she did it as explicitly as possible. And when Travis decided he had taken as much as he could, he’d walk up to the dance floor, pull her off, and they would find the nearest available place they could get it on. Then I would listen to Jane complain in the morning about how something was sore or how something ached, this said with the biggest smile in the world. Looking at her now, I can tell she’s already missing him, so I’m not surprised when she reaches for the purse she left with me for safekeeping before she went to the dance floor and retrieves her phone.

“I’m gonna call him and find out what he is up to,” she says as she wanders away from the bar.

I watch her walk away and turn my attention back to Jake. He just stares at me, and I stare back, and for a moment, it feels a little awkward. Or I feel a little awkward because Jake seems perfectly content just staring at me. Unable to bear the silence anymore, I let him have this round.

“So, what’s life like as a bartender?”

“Money sucks, but hours are flexible enough that I can pursue other interests,” he replies, leaning close with a drink in his hand I figure he has gotten himself during Jane’s recent interlude.

“What interests?”

“A little bit of this, a little bit of that,” he replies with a grin and a tilt of his head.

“I bet you make a lot of tips,” I say, starting to feel just a tad bit tipsy from the drinks.

“Enough to rent my place and buy myself a bed that very few have left complaining.”

“You just had to say that, didn’t you?” I grin at him and flutter my fingers teasingly in his face, finally deciding to enjoy the moment and not fight it. “You just had to mention how good you are in bed. Why is that?”

He thinks about it for a few seconds. Then he stands straight.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want it to be too much of a shock when I finally ask you to come to my place later.”

My mouth hangs open in surprise, and I swallow first before I reply.

“And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

He doesn’t answer me at first. Just gives me a small smile as he turns around the bar to come and sit down beside me, stopping to grab a leather jacket from behind the bar.

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