Page 120 of Dirty Rock

“The woman in the white blouse. She’s with you, no?”

“She’s my publicist.”

“Do you know how many men I’ve seen swallowed up by their publicists and agents in the last three decades? A lot, honey. They make you think you can’t live without them until you actually can’t. Then they complain about the fame side of life and want to drag you to an isolated little island so they’ll never lose you to a younger model with a pretty face and faker tits.”

With a dismissing laugh, I patted her shoulder. “Sure thing, woman I’ve never met before in my life. I’ll listen to you before my own heart.” With a shake of my head, I walked away, muttering the wordidiotunder my breath.

A lady with a tray of champagne flutes walked by me, and I grabbed two glasses from it with a nod of thanks in the young girl’s direction. She blushed and tried to bite back her smile, the little cutie. But she—or anyone of them—had nothing on my woman.

When I reached her, she held a finger up in front of me as she held my gaze and spoke into the phone she had pressed to her ear.

“Yeah, set the meeting up,” she said, her face serious. “I’ll confirm it when I’m at my laptop tomorrow. No, I don’t need anything else. I’ll make sure the guys are covered.” She paused, staring right at me. “I’m not making any promises here. There’s a lot to consider. Okay, thanks.”

Jules ended the call abruptly and slipped her mobile into the back pocket of her jeans.

I held out a champagne glass. “You looked like you needed saving.”

Her cheeks flamed, and she took the drink. “Just doing my job. Earning my pay.”

“Anything exciting?” I asked, eyeing her as she came to my side and pressed her tits against my chest.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I raised a brow.

“Never mix business with pleasure. Which are we about tonight?” She had that naughty twinkle in her eyes I loved so fucking much. It was the one she had every time we got naked together.

“You know I’m always going to choose pleasure over business.”

“Then just… trust me. Everything’s being taken care of.”

I glanced around us, a little confused and a lot aroused by Julia’s desire to be intimate with me in public. It backed up her declaration of love, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Kinda hard to believe it’s finally happened for me.”

“What has?”

“The void has gone. Everything feels… complete now.”

Jules held on tight, and her chest hammered against mine. “Stop being cute.”

“Fuckingcute?”I squeezed her arse hard.

She rose on her toes. “Yeah. I don’t know who you are some days when I look at you now.”

“This version of me is just for you. Don’t mock it. I’m liking the way it feels to be this guy.”

“Howdoesit feel?”

“Like there’s a reason for everything now.”

“Sorry it took me so long to get you here.”

“You should be. Think of all the crazy, wild sex we could have been having.” I kissed her, right in the middle of that room, not caring who saw, who had an issue with it, or who thought I was stupid for falling in love with this woman. She’d seen every ugly part of me and still wanted the rough version of the guy in her arms. Once this high phase fizzled out, I could return to my old, cynical self if I needed to. She’d still be there at the foot of my bed, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head with a smile on her face.

“Holy. Shit!” someone screeched.

My eyes fluttered open the same time as Jules’s did, and the two of us turned to see JJ Jones standing beside us with her hands held up in the air and her mouth hanging open.

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