Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I whip my head in her direction, pleading silently for her not to leave me alone with her guitarist.
"See you after the show," she calls, a bright smile plastered across her face as she scurries away, giggling to herself.
Oh, she is evil.
"So…" Jareth says.
"I wasn't staring at your dick."
One dark brow lifts, his lips curving into a smirk. "That's what they all say, princess."
Ugh. I just bet they do. He probably has a whole host of women ready to fall into his bed every single time he crooks his ridiculously long, talented finger.
I am not that girl. For one thing, my dad would lose his mind. For another, I've always had more important things to worry about, like school. I have plans for my life, and they do not include hopping into bed with a hot guitarist.
Casual sex just isn't for me, and I am never, ever falling in love. The heart is a liar, and I've seen exactly what a devastating fiasco that can be. It almost killed Nadia when she and Teo broke up. Literally. It took a major car accident and two stints in rehab to get her where she is now.
That will not be me. No way.
And that isn't jealousy I feel thinking about Jareth with other women. Hell no, it isn't. Jareth Grayson can sleep with as many groupies as he wants. I have more important things to worry about—like finishing my final year of college. Hopefully without getting expelled or ending up in jail. With me, both are real possibilities. I make terrible decisions.
Jareth Grayson will not be one of them.
The way he makes my stomach flutter is a problem best avoided.
"Well, good luck with that," I say sarcastically, slipping from my chair. "Make sure you wrap it up. I hear it's good for your health."
"What the fuck? That's not what I…"
I attempt to step around him, not interested in hearing what he has to say, but he grabs my arm, throwing me off balance.
I topple into him. Naturally.
"Fuck." He wraps an arm around my waist to steady me, sloshing beer over both of us in the process. "Sorry. Shit, sorry."
"Stop moving!" I cry as he basically hauls me up against his chest, still splashing us with beer.
"You stop moving first."
I tip my head back to scowl up at him when I hear the laughter in his voice. The smile on his face only confirms my suspicions. He finds this whole situation hilarious.
"You're getting me all wet," I complain.
Humor dances in his eyes when they meet mine. "Am I supposed to apologize or thank God?"
Oh. Ugh!
I shove him away from me with a glower, ignoring the heat in my cheeks. "That is not what I meant."
"You said it."
"I was talking about the beer you spilled on me." I grab the hem of his T-shirt, using it to wipe down my arms while he watches with a cocky smirk stretched across his face. I try like hell not to peek at the tantalizing strip of golden skin peeking at me from beneath his shirt, but it's impossible to miss it. There's no way he got that body from playing the guitar.
"Seriously?" he asks when I'm done.
I just shrug, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "You got me wet. I returned the favor. Now, we're even."
"You want to get me wet, princess?" His eyes darken, and he takes a step toward me, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest.
My fight or flight kicks in as soon as I hear that sound. It's way too damn hot. He is way too damn hot. My whole body is singing for him. I cannot handle any of that.
"Enjoy wearing your beer," I practically squeak, bolting toward the door like the good little coward I am.
Two hours later, I meet Nadia at the side of the stage as the whole bar claps and cheers for her and the band. She sounded amazing up there. And dammit all, but Jareth looked amazing.
Hot and talented? God is not playing fair tonight.
"You did amazing!" I cry, shoving a bottle of water into my sister's hands. "They love the new stuff."
"Thank God." She pauses to inhale half the bottle, her cheeks flushed with exertion. "It'll be a bad tour if they don't."
"Please." I roll my eyes. "You've never written a bad song a day in your life."
Nadia grins at me as the rest of the band troops down the steps to meet us. Jareth's eyes immediately lock on me. I pretend not to notice, but it's impossible not to notice him staring when he's not even trying to be subtle about it.
He spent half the damn show staring at me. At one point, he winked at me, and the girls at tables on either side of me practically swooned. It was ridiculous!
"You were on fire tonight, Nadia," Lemmy, her drummer, says, holding out his fist for her to bump. "They fucking loved you, kid."