on mine and we'll go our separate ways."
"We'll work something out."
She shook her head. A half-hearted smile curved on her lips despite the fact that she didn't feel it. “Let's not pretend that this is something it isn't. I'm just an ordinary girl, Tony, and you're, well..."
"Yeah, I know.” He squeezed her hand. “I'm a fucking rockstar. But let's forget that for tonight. Let me just be Tony."
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Chapter Eight
Summer stretched in a feline manner. The warm, pleasant afterglow of their lovemaking flamed her skin. She rolled over and draped her sweat-slicked body over his naked frame.
She had never been more relaxed. Her body hummed with silent vibrations of lingering pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened to rapid thump of his heart beneath his chest. Her body rose and fell softly with his as he drew deep, quiet breaths.
Anthony absently ran his fingers through her mused hair. “Summer?"
Summer murmured her reply, her mind still dark and hazy. “Humm?"
"Will you get me a smoke?"
"Um-hum. Where are they?"
"There's a pack on the desk I think."
Summer dragged her aching body from the bed. Not bothering with clothes or covering herself, she crossed the room to the desk beneath the window. A stack of papers, music sheets and miscellaneous documents, were scattered across the smooth, lacquered surface.
She flipped on the lamp, shedding light on the table as she shuffled through the contents, looking for the rumpled pack. “I don't see...” Her words trailed off as she caught sight of her name on one of the documents.
She slipped the paper out from beneath the others. She skimmed the contents and promptly whirled about. She held up the document. “What the hell is this?"
Anthony gave a half shrug. “I don't know. What is it?"
Summer crossed the distance between them and shoved the paper at him. She folded her arms across her bare breasts as she waited for his response.
He let out a huff of amusement then tossed the paper on the nightstand as if it weren't important. “Just legal bullshit. You know, paper trail."
"Paper trail,” she repeated as the words drew out slowly from her lips. “Were you seriously going to ask me to sign that?"
Anthony rose then. He yanked on his boxers and stepped around her as he made his way to the desk. He sifted through the papers. When he came up empty-handed he pulled open the desk drawer. He found his cigarettes there. “Everyone has to, Summer, my manager insists."
She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was, and her jaw dropped in horror. “ Everyone? "
Anthony gave a shrug and drew again from the cigarette as he held her gaze. “It's just insurance, baby. Nothing personal."
Summer bent and snatched his T-shirt from the floor. She slipped it over her head. It swallowed her, dripping off her body and falling nearly to her knees. If she was going to have this conversation with him, she certainly wasn't going to do it naked. “Don't you dare call me ‘baby'."
"I told you it's nothing personal.” Anthony turned and headed into the adjoining living room.
Summer snatched the document off the table and followed him. She found him at the wet bar, pouring himself yet another drink. “Just exactly how many policies do you have?"
"I don't think that's relevant."
Summer shook her head as she let gaze fall back to the paper in her hand. She scanned the words again faltering over the date. “You arrogant ass.” There was a huff of laughter behind her words not because she was amused but because she was bewildered. “This is dated the day we met."
"So?"
"So, you prepared a fucking a non-disclosure statement for sex on the day we met. You didn't even know me—you still don't. How the hell could have possibly known I was going to sleep with you?” She waited a beat and drew in a breath as she considered her own statement. “I wasn't!"
Anthony grinned at that and it made her want to hit him right in that proud, square chin of his.
"We'll work something out."
She shook her head. A half-hearted smile curved on her lips despite the fact that she didn't feel it. “Let's not pretend that this is something it isn't. I'm just an ordinary girl, Tony, and you're, well..."
"Yeah, I know.” He squeezed her hand. “I'm a fucking rockstar. But let's forget that for tonight. Let me just be Tony."
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Chapter Eight
Summer stretched in a feline manner. The warm, pleasant afterglow of their lovemaking flamed her skin. She rolled over and draped her sweat-slicked body over his naked frame.
She had never been more relaxed. Her body hummed with silent vibrations of lingering pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened to rapid thump of his heart beneath his chest. Her body rose and fell softly with his as he drew deep, quiet breaths.
Anthony absently ran his fingers through her mused hair. “Summer?"
Summer murmured her reply, her mind still dark and hazy. “Humm?"
"Will you get me a smoke?"
"Um-hum. Where are they?"
"There's a pack on the desk I think."
Summer dragged her aching body from the bed. Not bothering with clothes or covering herself, she crossed the room to the desk beneath the window. A stack of papers, music sheets and miscellaneous documents, were scattered across the smooth, lacquered surface.
She flipped on the lamp, shedding light on the table as she shuffled through the contents, looking for the rumpled pack. “I don't see...” Her words trailed off as she caught sight of her name on one of the documents.
She slipped the paper out from beneath the others. She skimmed the contents and promptly whirled about. She held up the document. “What the hell is this?"
Anthony gave a half shrug. “I don't know. What is it?"
Summer crossed the distance between them and shoved the paper at him. She folded her arms across her bare breasts as she waited for his response.
He let out a huff of amusement then tossed the paper on the nightstand as if it weren't important. “Just legal bullshit. You know, paper trail."
"Paper trail,” she repeated as the words drew out slowly from her lips. “Were you seriously going to ask me to sign that?"
Anthony rose then. He yanked on his boxers and stepped around her as he made his way to the desk. He sifted through the papers. When he came up empty-handed he pulled open the desk drawer. He found his cigarettes there. “Everyone has to, Summer, my manager insists."
She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was, and her jaw dropped in horror. “ Everyone? "
Anthony gave a shrug and drew again from the cigarette as he held her gaze. “It's just insurance, baby. Nothing personal."
Summer bent and snatched his T-shirt from the floor. She slipped it over her head. It swallowed her, dripping off her body and falling nearly to her knees. If she was going to have this conversation with him, she certainly wasn't going to do it naked. “Don't you dare call me ‘baby'."
"I told you it's nothing personal.” Anthony turned and headed into the adjoining living room.
Summer snatched the document off the table and followed him. She found him at the wet bar, pouring himself yet another drink. “Just exactly how many policies do you have?"
"I don't think that's relevant."
Summer shook her head as she let gaze fall back to the paper in her hand. She scanned the words again faltering over the date. “You arrogant ass.” There was a huff of laughter behind her words not because she was amused but because she was bewildered. “This is dated the day we met."
"So?"
"So, you prepared a fucking a non-disclosure statement for sex on the day we met. You didn't even know me—you still don't. How the hell could have possibly known I was going to sleep with you?” She waited a beat and drew in a breath as she considered her own statement. “I wasn't!"
Anthony grinned at that and it made her want to hit him right in that proud, square chin of his.
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