Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) by Jade Allen

and no one’s going to pay much
attention to the moans going on underneath. Second: how can getting off
possibly be a mistake?”
    “Getting off with the guy who helped me score this
assignment is a mistake. Getting off with a guy who’s never been interested in
a serious relationship is a mistake.”
    “Why does it have to be a serious relationship?” I took
another sip of my beer and lit a cigarette to go with it. “Why can’t it be a—a
comedic relationship? Or a fun relationship?”
    “I’m not really into casual sex so much these days,” Olivia
said. “You’re about three years too late for that.”
    “You’re a busy, involved reporter,” I pointed out. “I’m
guessing you don’t really have much of a dating life in general, right?” Olivia
scowled at me and then pretended to go back to her work. “I get it—you’re
putting career first. So am I.” I shrugged and took another sip of beer. “But
obviously I look at you differently from how I look at other girls,” I said.
    “I guess,” Olivia said. She caught up her bottom lip between
her teeth; it sent a little tingle through me just to see it.
    “I didn’t sneak out of your house the morning after. I made
an effort to get you on the tour bus, on the tour, to spend more time with
you.”
    “I’m still puzzling through that,” Olivia said. She looked
at me once more. “I swear to god I’m not just—like—playing hard to get, Nick.”
    “If you were, you’d have encouraged me along the way,” I
said, shrugging. “Just enough to keep me coming back.”
    “And I haven’t; yet you’re still pursuing me.”
    “Maybe I just like you. Maybe sex with you was insanely
awesome and I’d like to try it again.”
    “That’s not your M.O., though,” Olivia said. “Why are you
doing this?”
    “I want to be with you,” I said with a shrug. “Whether it’s
for the duration of the tour or something longer.”
    “Why me?” Olivia frowned. “I mean—I’m not fishing for a
compliment here. I’m just wondering what it is about me specifically.”
    “It’s not just you,” I said. I pressed my lips together.
“It’s Alex.”
    “That’s…not the answer I was expecting.”
    “I’m not gay for him or anything like that,” I said quickly.
“Not that I have a problem with people being gay. But I’m not.” Olivia
snickered. “It’s fucking dumb, but I see what he’s got with Mary, and…” I
shrugged. “I kind of envy him.”
    “You can screw around with any girl you want,” Olivia said.
    “Just because I can doesn’t mean I have to,” I pointed out.
    “But why wouldn’t you?”
    “You’re not screwing just any guy, right?” Olivia rolled her
eyes. “You’re hot, smart, funny, and an incredible lay—and believe me, guys can
practically smell that in a girl. But you’re not just tumbling into bed with
any guy you feel like sleeping with.”
    “That’s not where my head is at,” Olivia said, shrugging.
    “And now it’s not where mine is at either,” I said. On
instinct I sat up and rose to my feet. “Right now, my head is on the subject of
having as much sex with you as I can—as you’ll let me have. I’m not
going to fuck up the chance to have you around just because there’s a cute
girl.”
    “That sounds nice,” Olivia said. I walked the few steps from
the couch to where she sat, at one of the tables along the other wall of the
lounge. “What are you doing, Nick?”
    “Just coming closer,” I said, smiling a bit. “You’re not
scared of me, are you? You already know I won’t bite.”
    “There was a hickey on my neck that says otherwise,” Olivia
murmured.
    “I didn’t break the skin. I didn’t even hurt you. I’m not
going to hurt you.” I reached out and tousled her hair. Olivia stiffened, and
then relaxed. “Come on, Liv. I can’t be the only one who’s spent the last three
weeks horny as fuck.”
    “How is it my fault you’re horny?” Olivia’s lips twitched in
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