Wonderlust (Steel Roses #1) by B.L Wilde Page A

watching me carefully.
    “Bye, Liv,” I stressed, hanging up. “Hey,” I panted, trying to clear imagines of his cock from my mind before talking to him properly.
    “Who were you talking to?”
    “My friend in London. She’s looking after my apartment while I’m here.” I was talking too fast. “Did you want me?” Why did I just say that?
    “Is that an offer?” he smirked, leaning against my doorframe. I shook my head, crossing my arms. “I’m just playing with you. Diego and I were going to order take out. We were wondering if you wanted anything? Shane is out, and Mary doesn’t work weekends so we have to fend for ourselves.”
    “I could have cooked something if you wanted. You only had to ask.”
    “No, really, it’s fine. You’ve been working all day. Are you hungry?” Actually, now that he’d mentioned it, I was starving.
    “Sure, I could eat.” As I followed him down the staircase, he turned to look at me, stopping in his tracks on one of the steps.
    “Which rock star were you talking about with your friend on the phone a moment ago?”
    “Huh?” I asked, not really paying attention. Damn Liv for making me think about his junk!
    “Come back to me, White,” he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair back behind my ear. “Which rock star was it?” Why did his touch have to ignite a spark inside me that I hadn’t felt since being with David?
    “You’re the only rock star I know. Who do you think we were talking about?”
    “You’re friend has a crush on me?” He pretended to be shocked, clutching his chest.
    “Doesn’t everyone?”
    “You don’t, and that cuts deep.” Rolling my eyes at him, I continued walking down the stairs, passing him. Was he ever going to let this go?
    Diego was sitting in the spacious living room watching TV when we found him. “I ordered Chinese. You two were taking too long.”
    “I was only gone five minutes,” Alex tutted, looking toward me. “You okay with Chinese?”
    “Sure,” I muttered. Talk about surreal; I was about to have takeout with a rock star.
    “Caged—that was your breakthrough album. Every song was pure magic!” Diego sighed into his glass of red wine. He and Alex started reminiscing about Steel Roses after we’d finished our food. I was hanging on their every word. Getting inside information about those days was fascinating.
    “The year two thousand. I remember it well.”
    “Your hair was more manageable, and you had better dress sense.” Diego was hilarious. The more time I spent with him, the more I liked him.
    “I don’t dress that differently now!”
    “Alex, you don’t dress at all now. How many days have you been wearing that shirt you had on earlier?”
    “Three,” I answered for Alex. “I was wondering if he just had a lot of the same colored shirts, until I noticed the same stain on it two days in a row.”
    “I have not been wearing that shirt for three days !” Alex was adamant.
    “Do you even know what day it is?” I asked, quirking my eyebrow at him. He was about to respond, but then suddenly stopped to think about it. “You have no idea what day it is, do you?”
    “It’s the wine,” he muttered, trying to brush it off. “It’s Sunday.”
    “Close. Try Saturday.” He was too easy to wind up. “It’s okay. If you need me to add telling you what day it is to my job description, I can.”
    “Maybe you should add doing his laundry, too,” Diego commented. “Milly used to liaise with Mary because Alex doesn’t like many people in his bedroom.” I choked on my wine. Bullshit. I bet every female that had ever set foot in this mansion knew where his bedroom was. “I’m talking about his actual bedroom on the top floor, not the sex pit he keeps his harem in on the second floor.” I found the fact that he had two bedrooms very interesting.
    “Did you just call one of my bedrooms a sex pit?” Alex had an amused look on his face.
    “I think the name fits,” I giggled. “You may not have