Page 60 of Wicked Rockstar

KILLIAN

Don’t be a dick. I have a friend who wants a makeover.

ALDEN

Friend?

KILLIAN

It’s not like that. Would your sister be willing to come by my penthouse tonight? If she knows a makeup person, have them come too.

Why was I explaining myself to him?

What a load of crap. I knew the only reason I’d put myself in a position to owe James Alden a favor.

Trissa.

ALDEN

Last minute is going to cost you. My sister has a life, you know. But I can ask.

KILLIAN

Whatever. Just get her here. It’s important.

ALDEN

Count on it. I’ll be in touch about the payment.

Shit.

Tris tried to climb over me to see my phone. “Who are you messaging?”

“My friend has a fashion designer for a sister. But Tink, I don’t even know if she’ll say yes.”

Her tit pressed into my bicep, causing my breathing to pick up speed. If she looked down she’d see how her innocent touch was already making my cock react. I cleared my throat and inched away from her before I got the urge to drag her into my lap and nuzzle her ear. Or capture her lips with mine and show her just how sexy I thought she was.

Fuck.I needed to stop thinking like this.

Alden texted me back with an astronomical number, and that it didn’t include any clothing we might buy. He also asked that I send a full-length picture of Tris so his sister could get an idea of what to bring.

I snapped a picture of her with a slight pout on her face. “What’re you doing?”

“As you asked,” I responded. Her pout deepened, tempting my every ounce of restraint not to nip at her bottom lip.

I forced myself to pay attention to my phone instead.

KILLIAN

Done.

ALDEN

I sent him my address and I turned back to Tris. “Your fairy godmother, Lexi, will be here in a few hours to help you with a new wardrobe. Want to order food while we wait?”

Tris bounced with excitement on the plush cushion. It surprised me she hadn’t spilled her wine yet. “Oh, yes. Pizza.” Her choice didn’t surprise me. She loved pizza and Indian food equally. She knew I could’ve had dinner brought to us from the most expensive restaurant in town, and she still chose a local hole in the wall pizza place.

While I placed the order, she flipped through the channels on the flatscreen, landing on a reality dating show. “Do you mind?” she asked.

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