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.I sat down and he claimed the next seat around the circular table.“Should I turn on some music?” He picked up a remote from the middle of the table.“Nothing by me.Promise.”A pang of regret struck.“I don’t hate your music.I have strong opinions about this Unholy Union project you’re doing with Adrian, but that’s not reflective of your work as a whole.”He smiled.Below the corner of his lip where his chin creased, a small dimple dented in.If I remembered correctly, it rarely ever showed, only when he smiled his most sincere smile.No smirk, no grin, only his true smile.“Thank you.That’s nice to know.”Derek turned on some mellow music, then leaned forward and picked up my foot.He slipped one shoe off, then the other.“Those hurt me just looking at them.Not that I don’t love looking at them on you.But, they have to kill your feet.”I stretched out my toes.“You get used to them.I love high heels so I’ve learned how to wear them.”He eyed my fishnet thigh highs.Was he going to dive in, hook his fingers around the tops and pull them down my legs? “You have goose bumps,” he said.If only he knew they were from the path his eyes made over my skin and not from the breeze that was rather warm.“I’ll find you something to change into.” He stood and held out his hand.I hesitated before taking it and letting him lead me inside.“This is the great room,” he said, as we strolled through.The cream colored carpet was thick and lush under my feet.A fireplace was built into a stone wall that climbed from the floor to the cathedral ceiling, and a second-story balcony jetted over the far end.“The master suite is down here in the back corner.”Master suite.In my apartment that meant a room big enough for a double bed and a chest of drawers that you can barely stand between.Forget about pulling the drawers all the way out.We turned down the hallway and Derek opened a set of double doors at the end.“I’ve never slept in here,” he said, pausing on the threshold.“It’s too big and reminds me of a place I shouldn’t be allowed in.”I knew what he meant.It was pristine.Filmy curtains, porcelain figurines, crystal vases of flowers.It was straight out of a design magazine.“Where do you sleep if not in here?”“The couch.” He shrugged and ran a hand over his messy hair.“I don’t know.Things happen so fast.Sometimes it doesn’t sink in, I guess.”Or maybe he didn’t want it to sink in.I stood there and studied him, not caring that he watched me right back.It never occurred to me that stardom strips you from being anyone else.Once you board that train, there’s no return trip.Your mark on history is made, your page written in the books.Derek Bast was a sensation.A star.He could quit and take up plumbing, but the world would always know him as the lead singer of G.O., and if he was lucky, the world would forget to note his foray into Unholy Union.“What?” He asked.The word was almost a whisper, a hoarse rasp.His eyes were sullen, like I knew a terrible secret about him that I wasn’t letting him in on.“Do you want to live here?”He leaned back against the door jamb.“I’ve never really thought about it.I’ve been on tour the better part of the past five years.I’m not used to living alone.I don’t know what to do with myself and all the time I have when I’m not in the studio.”I leaned against the jamb across from him.“Why Adrian? What made you join him?”He looked into the bedroom, linked his fingers and rested his hands on top of his head.“It’s not easy to stay relevant if you don’t change.Fans are fickle.They love you one minute and are onto the next great thing the second you look away.” He tracked his gaze back to me, looking at me out of the corners of his eyes.“I don’t know anything else, Bess.If I wake up tomorrow and don’t sell another record, I’m done.”I almost asked him about the millions of dollars I know he had stocked away in savings, but I didn’t think he was talking about making money.He was talking about being someone.Who would he be if he wasn’t making music?His mark was already made—written in the books.ThreeDerekThe look on her face said it all.Without being Derek Bast, lead singer, I was nobody.I couldn’t let that happen.Not because of her review.Not for any reason.“Twice today you’ve mentioned being worried about your career,” she said.“Is there a reason you’re concerned?”I let my eyes fall to the floor and found her small feet, encased in the black diamonds of her fishnet stockings.Her toenails were painted purple.“It’s nothing.Only hypothetical.” Except it wasn’t.If Joe was questioning the tracks Unholy Union recorded, it was only a matter of time before he cancelled the contract altogether.I’d seen it happen a hundred times.Never to me.I was one of the untouchables.One of the best.The one the studios all wooed to get me to make a deal.I was still on top, but feeling like I was teetering on the edge ever since that damn review came out this morning.“How can one person’s words make you question everything you’ve worked so hard for?”My eyes snapped up to hers.I knew the anger brewing again inside me showed.She blinked and looked away.Her fingers came up to her mouth and pressed against her lips.Oh God, was she going to cry? “I just meant, why do I let it get to me? You know?” I tried my best to backpedal.“Everyone is entitled to their opinions.I can’t be loved by every person who hears my songs.It’s statistically impossible.”Bess looked back at me, her eyes watery.“I…” she shook her head, took off her glasses to dab her fingers at the corners over her eyes, then dove for me.Her hands cupped around the back of my head, pulling my lips down to meet hers.The heat of her mouth filled me.I devoured her.She tasted like the past and present, things known yet unknown, roots grounding me and wings setting me free.“Bess,” I whispered, just to hear myself say her name.Bess.The girl next door.I lowered us to the floor and held her against me, exploring her lips and tongue with my own.I rested my thumb over the pulse in her neck, feeling it thrum and pound.I kept my eyes open, wanting to see her, to catch every flicker of pleasure that crossed her face.I didn’t know where we stood with the review or with her hating me or not hating me.I wanted my mind to stop bringing up these questions.I lowered my hand from her neck, trailing down along the bare skin revealed by the deep V in her t-shirt.I pressed my palm against her breast bone, wanting her to feel secure.I told her I wouldn’t throw her on the floor and ravage her, after all.Not that I was the one to start this, but I sure as hell didn’t want it to stop.Her delicate fingers stroked my cheek, ran along my jaw, followed suit with mine and rested on my chest.I slid my fingers inside the V of her shirt and dipped them under the edge of her bra.My fingertip skimmed her pebbled nipple and she fisted my shirt in her hands.Her kiss quickened and deepened [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]