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“Rex said you’re coming to the club tonight and we wanted to introduce ourselves because we thought you might like to know people other than Rex at the party and also we want to rub it in everyones faces that we knew you first.” Joey says smiling kind of manically.

“Party? Rex didn’t say it was a party.”

Crap.

What if he forgot. He isn’t going to want to baby me when he can be having fun with his friends and flirting with people. Uneasiness rolls through me. What if he hooks up with someone and I have to just watch. This is going to be a train wreck.

“Hey,” Fizz says gently. “Where did you go?

I rub the back of my neck. “Um, Rex didn’t mention it was a party. I don’t want tto cramp his style.”

Joey gets out his phone and presses a couple of buttons.

“Yeah?” Rex’s deep voice comes through the loud speaker.

“Hey, did you remember that tonight is a party at the clubhouse?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, so you still want Ian there?”

“Of course I do. What’s with all the fucking questions?”

Joey and Fizz smile smugly at me.

“Just checking. See you later.” Joey says and hangs up on Rex. “There you go. Rex didn’t forget. Now, what are you going to wear?”

Lacey brings me my usual order and I spend the next half an hour discussing clothing options with Fizz and Joey.

The whole time I keep thinking Rex wants me at the party. Warmth fills my body and stays there for the rest of the day.

I get off of Rex’s very sexy motorcycle and take a deep breathe to center myself. Thankfully, my erection has calmed down. Who knew the rumbles of a bike were so erotic? Or maybe it was being pressed up against the man of my dreams. Who’s to know?

“Are you okay?” Rex says in that sensual deep voice of his. Literally everything about this man screams sex. And the thing is, he doesn’t even know it.

He stands there in a tight dark green henley, nipple piercing on display, and well worn black jeans with biker boots, the star of all of my fantasies. The star that also has an executive producer credit and gets a decent chunk of the royalties when it smashes all of the box office records.

“Ian? Do you not want to be here?” he says, his eyebrows wrinkled with worry. Damn it.

“No, I do want to be here,” I say, stepping close to him. “I’m just a bit nervous. I don’t do a lot of socializing. I hope they like me.”

An emotion I can’t place flitters over Rex’s face as he looks down at where I laid my hand on his arm in reassurance before he meets my gaze. “They will like you. Joey and Fizz told everyone about meeting you and they’re all happy and shit.”

“Really?” I don’t like the needy way that one word slips out.

“Not going to mess you about, Ian.”

The way he says my name is so fucking sexy.

Rex places his hand on the small of my back and leads me into the clubhouse. It’s a beautiful building. Joey said it used to be a hotel and I can totally see that in the arcitecture.

The places is full of chatter and laughter set to the backing track of rock music. Maybe Neon Liars? I try to take everything in as Rex guides me to a booth near the back. For a split second I’m worried he wants to hide me away but then I see Joey manically waving to us. He’s sitting with a group of people who all look excited to see us.

“I’m sorry for whatever nosy shit they say.” Rex says again.

“Rex, I’m not that easily scared. They could be the worst people in the world and I would still need you in my life.” I tell him honestly.

“How do you -” before he can finish that sentance I’m being pulled away by Joey.

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