Page 233 of Rock Me All Night
I fight a blush. "Okay, fine. I'll be miserable working at her company." I meet Drew's gaze. "Happy?"
"Very." He leans closer. "And what do you want?"
"You're obnoxious."
"And handsome." His voice gets serious. "Make me a promise."
"Why?"
"Because it's your only hope of staying on my good side." His fingertips brush my cheek. "Promise you'll get your teaching credential."
"You don't have the right to make me promise anything."
"So do it because it's what you want."
He says it like it's so easy. Must be easy for him—he's a talented musician with tens of thousands of fans. His future is set.
He can do whatever the hell he wants—drink or fuck or trash hotel rooms—and it's all excused under the guise of rock stardom.
"I'm not going to promise. Even if it means you never touch me again." I bite my lip, willing all my determination to rise. "Besides, I think you're bluffing."
He runs his hand through my hair. "That right?"
"Yeah." I close my eyes and relax into Drew's body. Whatever is happening between us, I need to be around him. I need him to hold me, touch me, whisper sweet things to me.
He tilts my chin so we're eye to eye. "Come on. I'm taking you out."
"I don't want to go out."
"You'll feel better."
I hold his gaze, but he's not backing down.
"Besides, I want to see you in one of those tight dresses you wear." He nibbles on my ear. "And out of it."
"Those are for dancing." I fight a groan. "And you hate dancing."
"No." He drags his fingertips over my neck. "I hate not being able to touch you."
I swallow hard. "Okay."
He smirks like he knows how dizzy he's making me.
I slide off the couch, change in my room, and add a little dramatic flair to my makeup.
Drew's door is half-open. He changes into a clean band t-shirt and grabs something from his dresser and slides it into his pocket.
A condom.
