Page 74 of Starstruck
If it wasn’t already obvious, we’re skating into dangerousterritory. No lines have been crossed yet, but I know with nearly absolute certainty that if I let our arrangement go on past the end date I regret setting, I’m going to get hurt. Which is why no matter how much I want to, I can’t change my mind about the timeline.
What are you doing right now?
Sitting at my desk staring at a massive bouquet of red roses. They’re beautiful, by the way. Thank you.
So are you.
My cheeks flush. How is it that this man can jump from being annoying as hell to so damn sweet in the blink of an eye?
Next thing I know, my phone is ringing, the photo of Baxter that he set as his contact picture filling my screen. I startle, nearly dropping my phone before quickly hitting the green button to answer.
“H-hello?” I stutter, caught off guard by the call. We’ve done a lot of texting in the past few weeks, but we’ve never spoken on the phone.
Ever.
“Hi, Lenny girl,” comes through the other end, and heat rushes to my core.
“Hi, Bax.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Why…why are you calling?”
I hear him swallow before he says, “I have about an hour before I need to go to soundcheck.” He pauses. “Wanted to hear your voice.”
I can’t help the smile that forms on my face. “How are things going?”
“Fine,” he states without much conviction. “How are things there?”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “They’re good. Things with the concert are coming along nicely.”
“Good,” he says gruffly. It’s silent for a moment before, “What are you wearing right now, Trouble?” comes out of him.
I burst out laughing. “Oh, sothat’swhy you called, eh?”
“What can I say?” he grunts, his voice raspy. “You have me addicted. I can’t get enough of you. Three weeks is too long without making you come.”
My cheeks heat as my eyes widen to saucers, his words shocking me to my core. It’s no wonder this man writes his own songs—his words alone are enough to make me fall for him. “Bax, I can’t right now. I’m at work.”
He chuckles. “Like that’s ever stopped us. Don’t you remember where this whole thing between us started?”
I scoff. “That was after hours. There was no one around.”
“Then how do you explain the other two times we fucked in your office? Those were both in the middle of the day.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek. He’s got me there. I guess you could say I have a new appreciation for public sex. There’s something thrilling about it.
I look through the window into the hallway. No one’s around right now either, so I get up, closing the blinds and locking the door before shutting off the light.
They can just think I took a late lunch.
“Fine.” I make my way back to my chair, glancing down at my outfit. “I’m wearing a flowy, cream-coloured dress that ends just above my knees with a pair of black, lace-up heels.”
He groans, causing me to smirk. It doesn’t take much to drive him crazy. “Really, Trouble? A sundress when I can’t see you? You’re mean.”
I swear I can hear him pout, which elicits another giggle from me. “It’s not a sundress. But you did tell me that it turns you on when I’m mean to you.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “So, how am I doing so far?”
“Why don’t you come find out for yourself?”
I really, really wish that I could. But I don’t tell him that. “Sorry, Lover Boy. You’re gonna have to wait until you finish touring to remind me just how hard I make you.”
But damn, I do wish I could see him sooner. These next two weeks are going to suck.
