Page 77 of Starstruck
Maybe I am falling in love with her.
“Dude,” Levi kicks my boot with his, pulling my attention back to the conversation.
“Yeah,” I huff.
“We partying tonight?”
“Nah.” I swig back the rest of my beer, tossing it into the recycling bin across the room. “I’m gonna head back to the hotel. You guys go ahead, though.”
Levi smirks. “Late night phone sex with Lemon?”
I roll my eyes and shake my head, both at his nickname for her and the question. Though if I get my way, he’s definitely not wrong.
“Fuck off,” is all I say in response as we head out back to where the cars are waiting. I say my goodbyes to the two of them as they hop into one while I make my way to the other.
I pull out my phone as the driver shifts into drive.
Me
Heading back to the hotel.
You still up?
We pull up in front of the hotel before she responds, so I make my way through the lobby to the bar. It’s quiet down here tonight, giving me plenty of space to brood in peace.
“Whisky on the rocks. Top shelf,” I demand from thebartender, who nods in my direction before turning to grab the most expensive bottle. I glance at my phone again to find no response still, and my shoulders fall. It’s late, but Lennon is a night owl—she’s usually still up at this time.
“Excuse me,” a soft, feminine voice says from beside me as the bartender returns with my drink.
I glance up to find a petite blonde woman with puppy-dog eyes staring back at me, her eyes scanning my body.
“Are you Baxter James?”
“No,” I grumble, turning away from her. Except she clearly knows I’m lying, because instead of leaving me alone like I was hoping she would, she takes the seat next to me.
“I was at your show tonight,” she purrs, resting her hand on my arm.
“And you followed me back here? That’s not creepy,” I mumble, my words dripping in sarcasm, and pull my arm away. I have security that escorts me to and from the stadiums, but every night when I get back to the hotel, they’re relieved. Hence why no one was around to stop this woman from approaching me.
She huffs a laugh, still not taking the hint. “Figured you might want some company.”
“Nah. I’m good.”
“C’mon, Baxter. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” She trails her finger down my arm, but my attention is stuck on my lit-up phone screen.
Trouble
I’m still up. You okay?
I open the message to respond, and the woman scoffs. “You’re checking your phone? What, did something better come up?”
I turn and glance at her again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Sure, she’s a beautiful woman, and the old me would’ve jumped at the chance to have her in my bed. But now, the idea of her getting anywhere near me is repulsive.
She’s not Lennon. And I only want Lennon.
“Actually, yes,” I grit out, more sternly this time. “And even if it didn’t, I said I’m good. So get lost before I have security escort you out.”
Her face falls, a world-class pout filling her face. This girl is not used to being told no. It gives me great pleasure to do just that.
