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

her tight tee shirt. My hands practically itched to
cup her full, heavy tits; for a fraction of a second they might have actually
twitched at my sides.
    “You’re not going to bail just because I hit on you, right?”
I crossed my arms over my chest to resist the urge to try and make a move; it
wasn’t the right time—that was for damn sure. Olivia laughed out loud, the
sound almost glittery, her eyes shining with amusement.
    “Trust me, that little bit of flirting was not enough
to keep me from hanging out with the rest of you. There is a reason I started
working with a music magazine as soon as I could get my degree finished.”
    “What’s that?” Olivia shrugged, digging her keys out of her
bag.
    “I like musicians,” she said. “Always fun, usually interesting,
and you generally know where the best parties are.” I chuckled.
    “Fair enough. See you at the bar.” I leaned in and Olivia
stiffened—just slightly. I resisted the urge to laugh again as I kissed one
cheek and then the other before immediately turning to get to the van where
everyone else but Alex was waiting for me.

 
    ****
    “Three ball, corner pocket,” Jules called out from one of
the pool tables. I had no idea how long we’d been at Lost Weekend, but it was
just starting to pick up for the night. When we’d all gotten there, it was just
about dead; of course, it wasn’t even five yet then. Jules and Alex were
holding down the pool table, one or the other of them switching places with
Mark or Dan at the arcade machines.
    “What time is it?” I’d finally managed to corner Olivia at
the table; she’d been doing a good job of keeping herself occupied with one
person or the other—I’d seen her talking to one of the bartenders, chatting up
a few of the regulars. If she knows people here, she’s here all the time.
How could I have never seen her before?
    Olivia looked at her watch, brining a PBR up to her mouth
with the other hand. She took a sip and then turned her attention back onto me.
“Almost midnight.”
    “Jesus fuck, we’ve been here seven hours?” Olivia shrugged,
and for a second—just an instant—we both just sort of stared at each other in
shock. Then at the same time we both giggled like teenaged girls. “Fuck, man.”
I shook my head. I grinned at Olivia, a thought jumping into my head. “Well at
least you know you can hang with a band when it comes to partying.”
    “Oh I never doubted that,” Olivia said, smirking. “I’m good
for another three hours. Maybe four.”
    “I thought you had to start writing the article?” Olivia
shrugged.
    “I texted my editor and told him I got invited to hang out,
and wanted to add some color to the article. He’s totally game.”
    “Jules and Alex arguing over whether or not the other one
broke right is color?”
    “It is,” Olivia said, nodding. “And so is Mark’s epic battle
to get the top three spots on the game he’s playing.” I laughed, shaking my
head. Olivia yawned. “Fuck! Why did you have to ask me what time it was? Now my
brain’s catching up to how tired it should be.”
    “Hey—I’ve been up since like…seven or some shit like that,
and I’m still going strong,” I said, right before yawning. “That was your
fault. Everyone knows yawning is contagious.” Olivia rolled her eyes at me and
knocked back the last of her PBR.
    “If I’m starting to yawn I should probably get home and
start at least pretending to work on the article for the magazine,” she said.
    “Aw, come on. You’re having a good time. Getting loads of
color. Don’t go home so soon or I’ll have to tell everyone you can’t hang.”
Olivia gave me a little half-smile with a raised eyebrow.
    “We’ve been talking for like an hour, Nick. Haven’t you had
enough of me?” she looked around the bar. “There are at least a dozen women in
here right this second who are imagining what you look like naked, and you’re
sitting here shooting the breeze with me.” It was