Risky Rockstar: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 39
“Thank you so much for coming. I realize it’s late.”
Her voice penetrates my crazy thoughts, and I scramble for words that aren’t: Fuck, you’re exquisite.
Hayley moves closer and gives me a hug. I noticed at the studio that she is an affectionate person, but I didn’t expect to feel her body against mine. Her beautiful, sexy, warm body. My dick gets ideas it shouldn’t be getting, and I thank fuck I changed into jeans and a plain black tee instead of the sweatpants and Teddy Run T-shirt I had on when she messaged. There’s something to be said about the camouflaging qualities of denim versus thin sweats material. I take a step back so she can’t feel my semi and grip my guitar case handle with both hands so I’m not tempted to touch her again.
Hayley takes a step back. “Come in. Can I get you something to drink? Wine?”
“I’m driving.” I gesture toward the truck before she closes the door.
“Oh, right. Of course. Let’s see what else I’ve got.” She beams.
I follow her into the large kitchen and lean my guitar against the kitchen counter. Cream cabinets with brass handles gleam under the overhead dome lights. A large butcher’s block stands in the middle of the room that indicates that this is the hub of Hayley’s home. It’s a warm space where family or friends can get together and cook and eat.
She opens the door to the fridge and peeks her head in. “I’m assuming beer’s out since wine is.” She talks more to herself than she does me, and I wonder if she’s as nervous as I am. “I have water, milk, or grape soda.”
“I’ll take the grape soda.”
“Really?” Hayley wrinkles her nose. “You drink grape soda?”
I chuckle at her incredulous expression. “Sure, don’t you?” After all, it is in her house.
“God, no, I can’t stand it. I buy it for my niece. She has a sweet tooth.”
I laugh. “She’s got good taste.”
Hayley pops the top off the bottle and hands me the drink. I take a sip, and she scrunches her nose up again.
I chuckle. “Is this offending you?”
She blushes. “I’m so sorry. I’m being rude. It’s just that I’ve never seen a grown man…” She trails off.
I indicate to the wine. “Wine is essentially grape soda too, you know.”
She shoots me a skeptical look. “You can’t tell me you are going to try to remotely compare grape soda to Vezer, are you. Frank and Liz would be highly upset.”
I smile, relaxing with each moment in Hayley’s presence. “I wouldn’t want that.”
She grabs a box of raspberry truffles and nods her head, satisfied with my answer, and fuck I’m happier in Hayley’s company than I’ve been in a long time.
“Shall we head to the living room? It’s where I’m writing.”
“Sure.”
Chapter 17
Hayley
“What if…” Kade leans over and moves my hands into G chord. A warm current runs through my hand, and I shake out my fingers as I stare down at his tattooed arms.
“Sorry.” He looks embarrassed. “I probably could’ve just told you.”
We’re sitting on the floor in my living room, me with another glass of wine, albeit a smaller one this time, and Kade with his grape soda. If truth be told, I find it adorable that Kade can unabashedly drink grape soda; it reinforces how down-to-earth he is. “No, not at all.” I smile and it feels like my lips are stuck to my teeth, I’m so nervous.
I shouldn’t be nervous. For all intents and purposes, Kade has been incredible. Working with him is easy, and if either of us proposes something that doesn’t work, there is no sense of being judged—just two creative minds brainstorming. But I am nervous. My heart is almost beating out my chest, and I keep having to take small sips of my wine because my mouth is so dry. It’s just being in such close proximity with him—feeling his warmth, inhaling his earthy scent—is driving me to distraction. I’m barely able to focus at this point, and it has nothing to do with the wine. When Kade concentrates, those turquoise eyes of his deepen, and he teases the ring in his lip. It damn near scrambles my brain when he does it, and I’m proud of myself for not sighing out loud.
“Shall we try again?”
He nods and grabs his guitar, singing the words we’ve scribbled down softly to see if they work. His eyes are closed, so I take the time to study him. My eyes travel from his strong jaw down to the T-shirt stretched across his firm body, and I can’t help wondering how my fingers will feel moving over his skin. My attention settles on Kade’s crotch, and don’t ask me why, but suddenly I’m picturing him leaning against the wall, his head thrown back and his fingers fisting his cock. My eyes snap up and meet Kade’s turquoise depths.
Shit, shit, shit, he just saw me staring at his junk. Maybe he didn’t notice. That would be great, if he didn’t notice. But then I see the slight pink flush creep up his cheeks, and I know he noticed.
Don’t groan out loud, Hayley. Use your inside voice and pretend like none of this happened.
I feel my own cheeks stain, and I want to die. I don’t know where this is coming from, and I can’t believe I’m being so unprofessional right now. I push my wineglass toward the middle of the table. Maybe I’ve had a bit too much alcohol for one day.
I’m still trying to shake the lust cobwebs from my head when my