Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance by Adriana Hunter Page B

he thought about what he’d done, what he and Kate would do
next.
    He was still musing over his decision when
she came back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her head. He
watched as she pulled on her panties and bra, caught her looking at
him as she pulled the towel from her damp hair, the brilliant red
deepened to dark auburn.
    “What’s so funny?” Kate was standing at the
foot of the bed, looking lush and utterly gorgeous in her
underwear, her tangled hair framing her face. She started drying
her hair with the towel.
    “Nothing’s funny. Didn’t know I was laughing.
But…” he sat up in bed, resting his forearms on his knees “…I was
thinking, we need to start looking for some place to live.”
    Kate stopped, the towel hanging limp in her
hands.
    “Oh. Well, yeah. I hadn’t really thought
about that.” She dropped the towel, rummaging in her purse for a
comb. “I guess we can’t live at the W forever.”
    “We could, but I don’t want to. I want a real
apartment, not a hotel. It would seem like perpetual tour if we
stayed here.”
    Kate scowled. “My apartment is about the size
of a closet.”
    “I think we should look for a place,
something big enough for us and with enough space.” He swung his
legs over the slide of the bed.
    “I think, while you’re at work, I’ll make
some calls, see what’s available.” He walked to the end of the bed,
wrapping his arms around Kate. “How does that sound?”
    “I think it sounds wonderful. As much as I
adore the soap here, I’d rather have our own place.” She kissed him
quickly. “But I have to go. Really. Can you call me a car?”
    Gage nodded, and let Kate go, slipping on his
jeans and shirt, and called down to the concierge. Kate finished
getting dressed and he rode in the elevator with her down to the
lobby.
    “Call me later, or come back here.” Gage
fished a key card out of his pocket. “Here, you can just let
yourself in.” He kissed her forehead, held the car door for her as
she slid into the backseat.
    He closed the door, watching her drive off
down Lexington Avenue. Turning back to the hotel he started
whistling softly. A song was bubbling up inside of him, something
soft and quiet, full of hope and passion. He wondered if there was
paper and pens in the desk in his room.
    ***
     
    Kate sat at her desk, the first interview of
the series almost halfway done and the sidebar article well
underway. She’d had a burst of creative energy after she’d left
Gage at the W. It seemed like everything in her brain worked, the
words were there, her notes giving her the background to show the
reader exactly what it was like to be at the concert, the sights,
the sounds, what it felt like to be in the audience while Gage
Stevens sang his heart out for them.
    Ursula had asked to see her at the end of the
day. Kate had emailed her the first draft of the article and the
interview, along with the schedule of interviews and sidebars. She
felt more than ready to meet with Ursula, felt she was really on
the right track.
    Glancing at the clock, she printed extra
copies of the stories for making notes, gathered her notebook and
digital recorder and headed to Ursula’s office. The door was closed
and she knocked, hearing a muffled ‘enter’.
    Balancing her stack of papers, she pushed the
door open. Ursula was behind her desk, scanning an open document on
her laptop, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose.
Kate recognized it as the draft of her interview. Ursula spoke over
her shoulder as Kate slid into a chair.
    “Kate, I’m just going over this interview and
sidebar article. They’re good, for a first draft. But there’s
something missing, they’re falling a bit flat in my opinion.”
    Ursula turned to Kate, taking off her
glasses. She tapped the stem on her desk. “I want something else in
these stories, more…balance, maybe, or more realism. You’re
painting Gage Stevens in such a way that he’s one-dimensional. And
while our