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

true; as soon as I’d seen
Olivia at a table by herself, I’d made my move, sitting down across from her.
    “Maybe I like shooting the breeze with you,” I said with a
little shrug. It was actually true. Even during the actual interview, Olivia
had been kind of amazing; she’d completely stuck with her plan of making it
like a conversation, and she hadn’t asked a single question that we’d been
asked by the rest of the reporters. She had wanted to know things like what we
liked the best about touring versus the least, what books we were reading,
where a particular riff had come from.
    “You like getting laid,” Olivia said, giving me the most
direct look I’ve ever gotten from a woman. “And I can just about promise you
that no amount of shooting the breeze with me is going to get you laid
tonight.”
    “I don’t have to get laid every night,” I protested.
“I’ve got a hand if I get an itch.”
    “Cute,” Olivia said sarcastically. She licked her lips,
glancing around the room again. “Alex is doing a good job staying sober.” I
shrugged.
    “For now he is,” I said. “I probably shouldn’t say this but
we’re all kind of...no one is going to like, sabotage his recovery or anything,
and we don’t want him to go back to being the mess he was, but you know
how it is.” Olivia nodded.
    “I can see it,” she agreed. “Mary’s a good influence then?”
Some look must have crossed over my face without me realizing it; in an instant
Olivia got a look on her face like a wolf that caught a scent. “She’s
not a good influence?”
    “No—no, she’s totally a good influence,” I said, remembering
at the last second that Olivia was, after all, a journalist. “It’s one of those
things; one of your friends starts seeing a girl seriously and it changes the
dynamic. I don’t resent him for it—or her—but it’s an adjustment.”
    “Things change when something like that happens,” Olivia
agreed with a nod. She looked at the time again. “I’m going to close my tab and
head back. My editor will kill me if I don’t at least have something in his
inbox tomorrow—well, technically today.”
    “Can I tag along?” Olivia gave me a disbelieving look.
“Seriously! I’m not going to try and put the moves on you or something. I just
want to hang out and talk. You can work.”
    “You want to sit in my living room and talk while I’m
putting together notes for the article? It’s going to be really boring.”
    “With you? I doubt it.” Olivia laughed, shaking her head and
rolling her eyes.
    “Stop it, Nick. I am not going to get all mushy from you
flattering me.”
    “You’re blushing though,” I pointed out. “You like it, even
if you don’t want to like it.”
    “It’s the alcohol,” Olivia insisted.
    “Come on. Let me tag along. I promise I’ll be a perfect
gentleman.” I put my hand over my heart and raised my other hand with my first
two fingers up in a Boy Scout salute.
    “I really doubt you were ever a scout, or that you have much
honor,” Olivia said, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. “But fine.
If nothing else I can give you a ride home later.” She stood and I watched her
walk over to the bar. Fuck. God, she has no idea how hot she is. Olivia
leaned over a bit on the bar, waiting for someone to bring her the bill for her
drinks, and of course that gave me a picture-perfect view of her ass pushed
back, full and rounded, filling out her jeans like the person who’d made her
clothes had had Olivia in mind at the time. I could walk up behind her right
now, pull her jeans down and just fuck her like that. Grab her hips and just
plow. Jesus fuck. I wouldn’t even care if the whole damn room watched. I
knocked back the last of my beer and took a deep breath to try and push down
the burn I could feel building up inside of me. I had to keep cool. Just
getting Olivia to agree to let me come over—even if she wasn’t going to have
sex with me—was a big deal, I