Page 2 of Whiskey Promises
I jolt in my seat, whipping my head up. My eyes land on his dick. Of course they do. I tell myself to look higher, really, I do. But my gaze is just…stuck. The bulge in his jeans is massive.
No wonder half of Nadia's fans want to sleep with him.
"Talking about our dad, right, Z?" Nadia says, elbowing me in the ribcage.
"Uh…"
Why am I still staring at his dick?
And is that my tongue darting across my bottom lip?
Betrayal of the highest order.
"Ah, Knox," Jareth chuckles. "Good man."
Nadia elbows me again, harder this time.
I finally manage to rip my gaze away from Jareth's cock. My eyes bounce toward his face so fast that it's obvious I was staring at things I shouldn't be.
He notices, dammit. Those jade eyes meet mine, full of amusement. "Nice to see those pretty eyes up here, princess."
"What? I…"
A wickedly deep laugh rumbles from his lips.
"I need to go check on…something," Nadia says, bounding to her feet like her ass is on fire.
I whip my head in her direction, pleading silently for her not to leave me alone with her guitarist.
"See you after the show," she calls, a bright smile plastered across her face as she scurries away, giggling to herself.
Oh, she is evil.
"So…" Jareth says.
"I wasn't staring at your dick."
One dark brow lifts, his lips curving into a smirk. "That's what they all say, princess."
Ugh.I just bet they do. He probably has a whole host of women ready to fall into his bed every single time he crooks his ridiculously long, talented finger.
I amnotthat girl. For one thing, my dad would lose his mind. For another, I've always had more important things to worryabout, like school. I have plans for my life, and they do not include hopping into bed with a hot guitarist.
Casual sex just isn't for me, and I am never, ever falling in love. The heart is a liar, and I've seen exactly what a devastating fiasco that can be. It almost killed Nadia when she and Teo broke up. Literally. It took a major car accident and two stints in rehab to get her where she is now.
That will not be me. No way.
And thatisn'tjealousy I feel thinking about Jareth with other women. Hell no, it isn't. Jareth Grayson can sleep with as many groupies as he wants. I have more important things to worry about—like finishing my final year of college. Hopefully without getting expelled or ending up in jail. With me, both are real possibilities. I make terrible decisions.
Jareth Grayson willnotbe one of them.
The way he makes my stomach flutter is a problem best avoided.
"Well, good luck with that," I say sarcastically, slipping from my chair. "Make sure you wrap it up. I hear it's good for your health."
"What the fuck? That's not what I…"
I attempt to step around him, not interested in hearing what he has to say, but he grabs my arm, throwing me off balance.
