Rock Me (New Adult Romance) Read Free

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there. Any other requests?”
    “You choose,” I said, flustered. I liked
Black Dawn and a couple of other big rock bands but I suspected he knew a lot
more about rock history than I did.
    He shrugged and popped a record into the
player. Even I could identify the melodic but rocking sounds of the Red Hot
Chili Peppers.
    “This is a great album!” I exclaimed,
proud that I wasn’t completely ignorant. “ By the Way , 2002!”
    “Yeah! Nice one. You dig them?”
    What I dig is you! I thought suddenly and to cover my
embarrassment I started blathering. “They were one of my favorite bands in
middle school. Aimee and I saw their concert in Minneapolis. I had a poster of
them over my bed and everything.”
    He smiled, his sexy lips curving in a way
that made me melt. “I felt that way about Jimmy Page when I was a teenager. I
had his posters and I even listened to Led Zeppelin albums during class, well
when I wasn’t skipping and hanging out in the music room.”
    “Did you have your own band?”
    “Yeah, a couple of buddies and I thrashed
around, though we weren’t that great. There was this one dive that would let us
in even though we were underage. We’d play for a beer. I think everyone was too
drunk to notice how badly we stunk.”
    “I wish I’d known you in high school,” I
blurted out. “I would have thought you were really cool.”
    “I wish I’d known you too,” he said
smoothly. He cocked an eyebrow. “What’re you doing all the way over there
anyway? Come sit over here.” He waved at a black leather chaise lounge near the
window. “You want something to drink?”
    I sat obediently. “Sure,” I squeaked.
    He headed out and I took the chance to
ogle his tall, lean, and very muscular frame. God must have been in a very good
mood when he made Liam. He returned pronto with a bottle of something pink and
a glass.
    “I’m pretty sure drinking alone qualifies
me as an alcoholic,” I joked.
    He gave me a half smile and produced a
bottle of mineral water. “Does this help?” He poured me what turned out to be
pink champagne into a crystal flute. “I don’t drink,” he admitted quietly.
    “Why’s that?”
    He shrugged and his eyes grew distant.
“Not my bag.” He handed the flute to me and his expression lightened. “Let’s
toast,” he said, smiling again.
    “To what?”
    “To meeting you today,” he said with that
heart-melting smile. “I think that’s reason enough.” I couldn’t even handle how
he looked like such a tough bad-guy but he had such a sweet smile. I bet he
has a really good heart, I thought. And just like that I could feel my
attraction to him deepen even more. Oh boy, I’m really in trouble.
    I touched my glass lightly to his bottle
of water and then sipped the champagne, which was deliciously fizzy and dry
with hints of sweetness. Over the rim of the glass I took the chance to take
Liam in—his straight, noble nose, his finely cut lips, his serious dark
brows, his sexy stubble. Liam caught me looking and raised said brows in gentle
amusement.
    “So what’re you doing in the city? You’re
not from around here, I can tell. And believe me, I mean that in the best way
possible. New York girls can be stuck in such a bubble. I can tell you’re
pretty real.”
    I blushed. But how could he not be
into New York girls? I thought. They’re so together, so perfect.
Everything I’m not. “Hey take a compliment,” he said, playfully touching my
shoulder.
    I looked down. “I’m going to college next
year so Aimee and I thought we’d spend our last summer of freedom somewhere a
bit more, uh, worldly. I haven’t travelled much outside of Minnesota.”
    “Worldly isn’t always good. There’s lots
of temptation in New York City.” He took a swig of his mineral water. “But hey,
we used to be neighbors! I grew up in Milwaukee.”
    “No way! My parents took me there on holiday
when I was in grade eight. Though I think they mainly just wanted an excuse to
go to