Page 28 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 13

Ihope that I can sneak into the club and get a chance to hide and observe Jake from a distance before I approach him. That plan goes out the window as soon as I step into the club and our eyes meet across the floor. Even though I have on one of my many baseball hats, I can tell he knows I’m the one. I immediately think of turning back, and that reaction gets me mad enough that I hold his gaze and smile at him before strutting toward the bar. He holds my gaze all the way. Then, just as I’m getting to the bar, he tips his head, gives me a small smile, and looks away. Rather than become disappointed, I smile and take a seat at the other end of the bar. Game on.

It’s a weekday, so the club isn’t as packed as it was the last time I was here. I also made sure to arrive close to midnight to be sure if he was working tonight it won’t be long before his shift ends. And if I didn’t see him, then I would’ve turned right around and headed back home. I admitted to myself in the car that it isn’t the best plan. But it was the best I could come up with, and it seems luck is on my side. The girl attending to my side of the bar asks me what I’d like to drink, and I’m immediately reminded of how Jake would know the perfect drink for me. I think of asking her to surprise me but decide not to and ask for a mojito instead. As I speak, she goes still as she recognizes me. Other than a small smile, she gives no other reaction to having a rock star sitting at her bar. I like her immediately. She comes back with my drink and drops it in front of me. I tell her to open a tab for me and make sure my glass doesn’t get empty.

I take a sip of my drink and check my phone, not surprised to see that Jane has managed to send me five messages between the time I got out of my car and now. I quickly reply to her messages and some other messages I need to answer. Sometimes, I feel Jake’s eyes on me but don’t lift my head to meet his gaze. I’m not about to give him the satisfaction. Not yet.

After my talk with Jane, I’m still wondering if I should’ve come back here to see him. And the fact that I’m taking so long to decide is why two hours ago I told Jane I was coming here, slipped on something nice and sexy, and got into the car. I wanted to see him again. Mostly because he’s good in bed and fulfilled a need I haven’t had met in years. He’s also fun, nice, and we click. I also know he wouldn’t mind having a fling with me. He’s good, but that sentiment is one I know is mutually shared, and that isn’t me bragging. So, if I want him, could have him if I ask him and see no other reason why I should not, why then am I still stalling? The answer is simple. I’m afraid of something. And I hate being afraid of anything. I am here to see if Jake has an interest in having a fling with a rock star.

The drink in my glass is dangerously low, and I look up to call my bartender when I suddenly find myself staring into Jake’s eyes. My hand drops back to the table, and I give him a grin.

“Took you long enough,” he says with a grin.

I cock a brow. “That’s mighty cocky of you.”

He leans with his elbows on the bar so he can look into my eyes. “Then tell me I’m lying.”

My grin grows wider, and I nudge the glass at him. “My glass needs filling,” I say in my haughtiest tone.

He chuckles. “Your wish is my command,” he says as he reaches below the bar and makes my drink for me.

He drops my new glass in front of me. I pick it up, licking the rim first before wrapping my lips around the straw and sucking as provocatively as I can. I shake my head, pretending to be unimpressed.

“Yeah, I prefer hers if I’m being honest.” I’m not.

He leans down and gives me a smile that has me pressing my thighs together. “Sure, her drink might be better. But I have something you can suck on that I guarantee would taste a whole lot better.”

Inside me, I feel my brain heat, my sex get wet, and suddenly get a yearning for this thing he so humbly brags about. Outside, I keep my easy smile on and don’t betray the fact that I’m dying to get naked with him.

“It might, it might not. Question is, do I really want to wrap my lips around it?” I shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to.”

If I think I’m good, he’s better.

“Why are you then?” he asks, that smoldering gaze still on me.

“Maybe I just came out to get a drink, dance a little, and have fun.”

“I’ve got a bottle of wine at my place, a bed we can dance on, and I promise I know how to give you more fun than anything you can ever do here.”

“Are you telling me you’ve never fucked a girl in this club before?” I rejoin, so thrilled at this little game we’re playing.

“I may have done that a time or two. And if you want, I can take you somewhere else and fulfill that fantasy for you.” The look in his eyes has me wondering if I could risk it before remembering all the reasons why that is the worst idea ever. “But I bet you’ve got some other fantasy in mind. And I don’t see any ropes or paddles here.”

Our eyes meet, and I could swear something sparks between us, an understanding of sorts. Like he’s telling me he knows what I want and why I’m here, and I agree with him.

“I’m not looking for a relationship,” I say so he understands what’s happening here. “Just something physical.”

“Do you see me complaining?” he asks. For a moment, we just look at each other. “Why’d you wait so long?”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Were you waiting to see if I was going to sell my story or something?”

“No,” I reply, going still at his words. “Are you planning to?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I trust you enough that I came back to see if you were game for this.”

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