Page 611 of Rock Me All Night
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Friday isanother blur of class and sunshine. I already love law school. Even if I have a mountain of work to finish this weekend.
The house is still quiet when I arrive. I go to check my phone for word from Pete but something else catches my attention.
A text from my old friend back home. The only person I can still stand.
Kathryn: Isn't this your boyfriend?
There's a shortened link attached. I open it without asking for clarification.
It's a gossip site with the headline:Not So Leaked Nude Photos of Bassist Pete Steele.
I clean my glasses and read again. The headline remains the same.
What?
I try to skim the text of the article but my brain refuses to cooperate. Not so leaked nude photos. What does that mean?
I have to see them.
Now.
There's one at the bottom of the page. It's not a cell phone picture. It's a real portrait, artsy, black and white, and hot as hell. Tragically, it's chest up.
But it's still fucking sexy.
There's a link to more of these. On some photographer's website. Hazel Alexander.
Well, if it's not leaked, there's no reason for me not to look.
I click away. There are a solid two dozen pictures. The first few are chest up. Then they go lower. Lower. Lower.
Holy shit.
That's Pete, standing there, totally naked and totally yummy.
I spend far too long studying the photographs. By the time I put my phone down, I'm completely desperate to have him.
These are there, on the internet, for anyone to see.
I'm sure gossip sites, Twitter, and Facebook are ablaze with commentary. Thankfully, I gave up all of them when my friends starting reaching out withwow, you know a famous personmessages.
What was it he said—he made a decision knowing the consequences? I get lost trying to figure out what that means. I'm so deep in thought I don't notice the door open until he's three feet away.
His eyes fix on mine. "Take it you saw the pictures?"
I nod and push myself to my feet. "What was that?"
"Explain in a minute. Come here first." He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.
Mmm. He tastes good. His body feels right against mine. I don't want him to explain. I don't want to talk at all.
When our kiss breaks, he stares into my eyes.
Okay. This seems important.
"Need you tomorrow," he says. "Meeting with the label. Everybody wants you there."
