Page 12 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
I chew on the inside of my lip. Comes with the territory, being a woman out on your own, but I always hate it when I’m approached. “Here for work.”
“Oh, what do you do?”
“I sing,” I say and immediately wish I had come up with a lie.
“You sing? You here on tour?” the man asks raising his eyebrows with interest.
I swallow. “Yeah. I’m just a backup singer, though.”
“Oh, you? In the background? No way. You’ve got star quality,” he says, spreading his hands. No ring on his ring finger, gorgeous Rolex on his wrist.
“What’s star quality?” I say, smirking.
The man takes a step closer to me and almost wraps his arm around my shoulder. He points down the beach. “I spotted you from all the way down there. You’re radiant. Tell me that’s not star quality.”
I don’t reply, trying to remain pleasant.
“I know some people in music. I myself don’t know anything about it. But why don’t you join me on my yacht while you’re in town? Tonight. And I’ll introduce you.”
“You know, I really don’t have time to–”
“Nonsense,” he says adamantly and touches my waist. “I insist.”
“Babe, this guy bothering you?” Lucas calls out from behind me.
The man’s hand jerks away from my waist and we both turn. Lucas walks over toward us, head held high, green eyes darkening.
“We’re just talking,” I say with a serene smile. “Right?”
The man looks between the two of us and starts to back away. “Sorry, yes. Just… talking. You know how it is,” he tries to joke with Lucas, but he’s not biting. I’m amazed at how this man’s smoothness just disappeared. If I had tried to reject him, he would have gotten more aggressive.
Lucas wraps his arm around my shoulder. I feel so safe as he pulls me into his chest. “No, I can’t say I do,” he replies to the man and then whisks me back to our towels. “You okay?” he asks in my ear.
“Yeah, yeah,” I readjust my bikini top. It’s tiny, but it’s Miami. All the girls are wearing skimpy bikinis. “Thanks for–”
“Did he do anything weird?”
I shrug. “Just touched my back, I–”
“Fucking cretin,” Lucas mutters, glaring back to the ocean.
I decide not to look back. That guy will just make my stomach flip. “Thanks for coming in and… chaperoning me,” I say with a half-hearted smile.
He shakes his head, unsmiling. “No thanks needed, Mika. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”
I couldn’t help my heart flutter. It felt so nice that he was looking out for me, just like I was looking out for him.
“Fuck,” he says, running his hand over his jaw. The scratch of his bristling facial hair sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“What are you talking about?” I scoff. “You helped me, I’m not–”
“I can just get a little overprotective. That’s what my little sister always says.”
I smile. He’s mentioned his sister, Amy, from time to time. It makes sense he’d be so protective. “Well, I appreciate it. Doesn’t feel like too much to me.”
We are both quiet for a moment. “You wanna grab some dinner?” Lucas asks finally.
I agree; I’m starving from being sun-soaked.
