Page 7 of Rockstar Valentine

He places my hand rudely on the crotch of his pants. “This feel like I’m not attracted to your curves?”

He’s hard, really hard, and my breath hitches. If I’m not mistaken, he’s also really big. I swallow around the lump in my throat and look up at him. “I’m not a size zero, Griffin. That’s what you’re used to.”

“I’m used to whatever I want. And right now, what I want is you.”

Chapter Four

Griffin

Maya may have been my first love, but she wasn’t my first or last lay. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends and flings since then, but no one has ever made me feel the way Mallory does.

This is a problem. I am not set up for these kinds of feelings. But here I am, giving her glimpses of a whole other me. I’m allowing her to see who I am behind the stupid rock star persona.

And that scares the hell out of me.

“Do you want to go to the hotel with me?” I ask. Maybe if I just fuck her, I’ll get it out of my system.

“No.”

Jesus. Mallory’s answer punches me in the gut. She’s rejecting me.Me?

“No?”

“No,” she says firmly.

I try to make sense of her answer. I’ve never been told no before.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because I’m not the kind of girl you take to a hotel,” she says.

“I beg to differ. I bet your panties are soaking wet. You want me.”

“Of course I want you.” Her voice is still firm, but her eyes tell a different story. “But if I have sex with you, you’ll ruin me for all other men.”

“Damn right I will.”

“And then I’ll die alone, an old woman with too many cats and the memory of one perfect night.”

She’s teasing me. Of all the fucking things. I am in very real danger of not getting laid here, and I’m not sure how to deal with this.

“That memory is more than some old women ever get. Plus who doesn’t like cats?”

Her lip twitches into an almost smile.

“What’s wrong with one perfect night, anyway?” I ask. “Seems like a good thing to me.”

“It seems like an empty thing to me. I’m looking for more. Not with you, don’t freak out. Just more.”

I wouldn’t know what to do with more. Tonight is all I have to give.

“Come with me,” I say softly.

She shakes her head. “No. You come with me. Come to my house. I’ll make you breakfast.”

This night is going in the books as a weird fucking adventure. “You want to make me breakfast.”

“Yes.”

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