Page 90 of Heart Break Her

Cassie

I’mnotsurewhat’smore surprising: the fact that this girl doesn’t seem to care that her tits are hanging out in the middle of a nightclub, or the fact that Sebastian is totally unfazed as he signs his name across them.

How many boobs has he actually seen to have this kind of reaction? Or lack thereof. He could be signing an album cover, and I’m not sure his face would be any different.

The girl says something to him, and he smiles at her, a genuine smile that carries the full force of the sun with it. He might miss that it makes her eyes widen and her cheeks flush, but I don’t. Because I’m intimately familiar with that reaction.

She pulls her shirt back down and leans in for a hug, which he reciprocates with one arm around her, and I can’t help but wonder, if I wasn’t here—or if we hadn’t made our not-dating-but-monogamous-sex agreement—if this is the type of girl he’d bring back to his hotel. She’s petite, pretty, and looking at him like she’d do just about anything.

Sebastian pulls away and makes his way back to the table, to the disappointment of a group of women lingering outside the ropes that close us off from them.

“Hey, babe,” Sebastian says, sinking down on the couch beside me, and wrapping an arm over my shoulder.

Eyes might as well burst into flames from the wall of women watching us.

I turn to Sebastian, trying to avert my focus. I’m not sure what makes me feel more on display, knowing people have seen me naked with him or the glares of a hundred jealous fans.

Sebastian grabs the side of my face and leans in close. I’ve never been with a man who doesn’t mind the lack of personal space like he does. It’s almost like he craves it, his mouth inches from my own. Like every exhale gives him life.

“Does that bother you?” His eyes dart to the girls and then back to me again.

“Which part? The tits in your face or the women with pitchforks aimed at me?” I smile, and it makes him laugh.

“I was referring to the tits, but I guess either.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I want him to just shut up about it and kiss me already.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “Yes and no. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend.”

My comment makes him flinch, even though he’s the one who clearly drew that line.

“Why?” I ask.

“Just curious.”

“I understand it comes with the job,” I say, trying really hard to believe the words coming out of my mouth.

“Okay.” He pulls away and leaves it at that, which is a little unsettling for some reason. I hope it doesn’t show. Sebastian’s eyes dip down, and he takes in my dress. “I like this.”

He runs his finger under the tiny strap that holds it up, zipping a path of electricity across my skin.

I bought it today in my attempt to be more touring-with-rock-stars appropriate. It’s black lace and hugs me in all the right places. The heart shaped neckline doesn’t show off much cleavage, but it dips low and is flattering, which from Sebastian’s stare, he seems to appreciate. Merry had me pair the outfit with black Doc Martins to give it a little edge, and for once, I look like I belong in this crowd.

“Cassie Walker.” Merry stumbles over to me and almost falls in Sebastian’s lap trying to get my attention. “Get your sober ass up right now and take this shot.”

She hands me a shot glass with something blue in it, and I take it from her before she spills it down my dress.

“Give my girl some room, Sebastian,” Merry says. “She’s coming with me.”

I tip the shot back and feel it swim straight to my head. “Where are we going?”

“Dancing.” She points to the packed dance floor on the level below us.

I’m shaking my head as she pulls me to standing. When I look back at Sebastian for sympathy, he just smiles wider and leans back in his seat with his arms stretched out wide. His eyes daring me to do it.

“One song,” I tell Merry, and she claps her hands, pulling two more shot glasses off a waitress’s tray.

“We’ll see about that.” She smirks.

I barely get the shot past my lips when Merry’s pulling me to the dance floor. The line of starry-eyed girls with their sights set on Sebastian gets anxious at the sight of me leaving him alone.

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