Page 97 of Starstruck
She finally pulls her hand away, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her glance at me. She must notice my expression, because her smile falters.
Nick takes the seat across from me, still looking at Lennon as he says, “No Promises is finally done. How does it feel?”
“Good,” I grit out, which finally pulls his attention back to me.
“Good.” He leans back in the chair. “Well, now that your next album is nearly finished, we’ve got to start discussing your next tour. I’m thinking international this time. What do you say?”
“Whatever,” I huff, disinterested.
Nick rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Just a simple yes or no will suffice.”
“Fine. Sure.” I push my chair away from the desk. “We can finish this discussion later. You can all go now.”
“Bax—” Nick begins, but I interrupt him.
“No. You were late, and now I’m done. Get. Out.”
There are a few more murmurs of objection before everyone finally relents and heads out of the room.
Lennon moves to do the same, but I grab her hand and pull her back in, the door slamming shut as I do. “Not you.”
I release her hand and lean back against the table, my jaw working as I feel her eyes drill into me.
“What was that about?” she asks, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I shrug it off almost immediately and her face falls. I force myself to swallow down the words I want to say before I turn toher with white-hot jealousy coursing through my veins.
Yet again.
This is a new feeling for me, and I’m not sure I like it.
“You agreed to this arrangement until the concert. You’re only stuck with me for a few more weeks, so I’d appreciate if you could refrain from blatantly flirting with other men right in front of me at least until we’re through.”
The words are uncalled for and taste sour coming out of my mouth, but I’m blinded by the rage I feel after watching Nick and Lennon make eyes at each other.
“Flirting with other men?” Lennon’s brows pull together. She looks genuinely confused. “Bax, wha?—”
“I saw the way Nick was looking at you. The smiles you gave him right back. You think I don’t know what flirting looks like, Lennon?”
“Baxter, no,” she says frantically, shaking her head. “I was most definitelynotflirting with Nick. I know what he’s like. Jeremy’s gay and practically family to me, and I’d still pick him over Nick.” She places a soft hand on my forearm. “Besides, I only have eyes for one guy.You.”
My eyes narrow as I try to read her. There’s no reason for me to not believe her, but like I’ve said a million times before, this whole relationship thing is new to me. I’m not used to letting people in and trusting them. I’m not used to opening my heart to anyone, least of all a woman. Yet I’ve done all that and more with Lennon. I’ve fallen head over heels in love with her in a matter of a few short months.
Which means feeling jealous has basically become my new default.
Despite how long this has already gone on for and everything she’s done up until now, I continue to worry that when I tell her how I feel after the concert, she’ll tell me she doesn’t feel the same way.
“What can I do to prove it to you?” She takes a step closer tome.
My eyes darken as I glance from where her hand rests on my arm to her lip pulled between her teeth.
“I think you already know, Trouble.”
Her grin turns wicked. “This what you were talking about?” she purrs, her fingers coming up to unbuckle my belt.
“Lennon…” I grab her hands to stop her, caught between wanting nothing more than to fuck her mouth in this conference room and also not wanting her to think I’m just using her.
“C’mon, Lover Boy.” She continues fidgeting with the buckle, the clank of it undoing echoing in the otherwise silent room. “I want you.”
