Page 18 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
His lips twitch. “I ruined your fun.”
I let out a loud laugh. “Fun? I wasn’t having fun.”
Lucas looks at me with his eyebrows raised.
“I was just making sure you were having fun! I was working, Lucas. Not having fun,” I say. To avoid making him apologize, I add, “This is much more fun for me.”
He frowns, “Keeping me from panicking?”
“No, no… just walking around,” I say and then smile at him, “with you.”
Is that crossing a line? I do enjoy spending time with him. It’s not wrong to say that, is it?
“You know, I think that’s more fun for me too,” Lucas says quietly.
We make it down to the Nashville Riverfront where there’s a beautiful park and steps lead down toward the water. “You wanna sit?” I ask.
Lucas nods and we find a perch on the stairs. There are people walking around, enjoying the scenery. Many of them are drunk and laughing. It’s a nice sight. The kind of thing I would have preferred to do tonight rather than being holed up in an ugly loud club.
I can’t ignore the energy between us. It feels like a pull, right in the pit of my chest, against my sternum. I just hope I’m not the only one feeling it.
“God, I feel pathetic,” Lucas mumbles, staring out at the water before us.
“Don’t,” I say kindly.
“Trust me, if I could turn the feeling off, I would.”
There’s a darkness in his eyes. A distance. It makes me sad. “I know.”
“I can’t even just let a woman talk to me without freaking out.”
“She wasn’t just talking to you. She was touching you,” I say, clasping my hands between my knees. “There’s a difference.”
His lips twist. “Right. It’s like being famous makes people feel like they have a right to you. To whatever they want from you. They want to access you. And it didn’t bother me until…” Lucas trails off, his breath hitching. He shakes his head. “Thank you for getting me out of there.”
“Don’t mention it,” I say. I think about reaching out and touching his arm, but after what he’s just said, it’s best I don’t.
“Seriously, Mika. I don’t know what I would have done without you in there,” Lucas says. His eyes are glazed over.
I don’t know what he would have done either. “You would have figured it out. I promise.”
Lucas looks at me and, fuck, he looks so sad. It makes me want to hold him.
“Promise,” I add with a smile.
He smiles back and his face softens. He’s safe now. And he’s recognizing it. “I’m probably the only musician ever who can’t stomach the idea of sleeping with a woman on tour.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You’ve never –”
“Oh, I have. I definitely have. Especially in my early twenties. I don’t even want to think of the number…” he says. He suddenly gets bashful and looks at the ground. “I mean…”
“You were a whore?” I ask wryly.
Lucas laughs. Thank God. “Yeah, absolutely… but now… random sex and one night stands just don’t appeal to me.”
“Getting soft,” I say with a playful punch to his arm.
“Getting old,” he corrects. “I’d much rather be going home to someone I miss than hooking up with strangers in different cities.”
