Page 112 of I Knew You Were Trouble

He gives a little snort. ‘I thoughtIwas opinionated. You going toe to toe today, Lexi, or what?’

I ignore him. ‘I didn’t give my opinion; I asked you a question.’

‘Nah, I don’t feel like an outsider. Those boys are like my brothers. They’re the only real friends I have.’

‘Have you ever been in a serious relationship, Miller? Ever had a steady girlfriend?’

Miller shifts in his chair. ‘When you’ve got your pick of any girl, on any given night, and they’re all stunning and throwing themselves at you… trust me, you don’t need a girlfriend. Not from where I’m standing.’

The last thing I know I would do istrusthim.

‘What frightens you, Miller? Does intimacy frighten you?’

Miller laughs. ‘I’m never there long enough for intimacy to become a problem.’

I stop, rubbing my eyes. This isn’t going how I want it to. I reach out and stop the camera.

‘Miller, I’m stopping this. I… I don’t think I’ve prepared in the right way. Perhaps we could reschedule?’

His eyes rake over me. ‘S’up, Lexi? You fall out with Aidey or somethin’?’

‘That’s none of your business.’

‘Wanna come ride this bad boy instead?’

I look up. Miller has two hands framing his groin area.

‘No,’ I snap. ‘Yuck. Why would you even think that?’

‘Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had Aidey’s sloppy seconds. You do know he’s gonna get bored of you, right? Then where will you be, Lex? You think he’s still gonna want you on the tour once he’s lost interest? Next thing, you’re gonna tell me he loves you, right? Is that what he tells you when he’s screwing you?’

I get to my feet. ‘Miller. Please stop talking. I’m leaving.’

‘Oh, come on. We were just gettin’ warmed up.’

My eyes sting. I’m angry at myself for getting riled up; I want to go somewhere and cry. Hauling open the door, I stalk from the room, leaving Danny Miller to his own devices.

‘Bloody paparazzi,’ Aidan huffs as he comes through my hotel room door that evening. I press my back against the wardrobe. I’ve been for a walk along the banks of the lake in the icy cold, questioning why Taylor Wetherill is sending him naked pictures of herself.

‘Did I leave my phone in here this morning?’ he asks, spying it on the nightstand.

‘You did,’ I respond coolly. ‘What happened?’

‘J.B. took Audrey for an early dinner and the two were mobbed outside the restaurant. He’s raging about it. Audrey’s freaked out.’

He’s standing in the centre of my room, flicking through the contents of his phone. ‘How did it go with Miller today?’ he asks absent-mindedly.

‘He’s an arsehole.’

‘Well, that’s Miller. Did you get everything you needed?’

When I don’t answer, he looks up. ‘Are you alright?’ he adds.

I swallow and nod towards his handset. ‘Taylor Wetherill sent you a photo today.’

Aidan frowns. ‘Shit, not again.’

‘I… looked at your phone.’

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