Page 523 of Rock Me All Night
His laugh lights up his face. My heart sings. God damn, that's a nice laugh.
"You have your own standards." He smiles. "I appreciate that."
Mmm. Such a nice smile. I bite my lip, trying to get my thoughts to rearrange themselves into something I can work with. "You don't seem like you do things other people want."
"Not usually."
"So tell me the truth. Why do you need a fake girlfriend?"
His expression softens. It's earnest. He's thinking. He's going to tell me.
"It's complicated. Basically, my manager likes to throw his weight around. This is his current project. He's threatening to bury our next album if I don't agree."
"Oh."
"You won't be taking advantage. You can find money a million places. I can't find anyone like you."
"You barely know me."
"I know enough."
"Hey!" The guy at the next table over waves. "Aren't you in some band?"
Pete frowns. He shakes his head. "No."
The guy shrugs it off and goes back to his conversation.
Pete turns to me, his expression softening again.
He leans in close enough to whisper. "Whatever you decide, come to the show. I want to feel you come on my hand."
