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

journalist for the tour,” Olivia said, her voice tight and almost
harsh. “What did you do?” I came fully awake and grinned to myself.
    “I just suggested it would be a good idea to Alex,” I told
her. “He’s the one who made the call.”
    “Is this—is this some kind of blackmail, or something?” I
almost laughed; thankfully I was just awake enough to know it would be a
terrible idea.
    “How the fuck would it be blackmail?” I shook my head,
pulling the sheet over me and closing my eyes, barely holding the phone to my
ear. “What am I threatening you with?” There was a long silence on the other
end of the line.
    “I told you that I don’t want to get all invested in you
because…I know how you are.” I could hear the desperate self-control in
Olivia’s voice. There was a gust of wind over the mic on her phone—or maybe she
was sighing. “Is this your way of forcing me to get to know you better?”
    “I’m not forcing you to do anything,” I pointed out.
“You were the best interviewer we dealt with, and everyone in the band agreed
that if we had to have someone on the bus with us—and the magazine had already
convinced Ron to do that—then we’d prefer it was you.”
    “You’re going to let me do my job, right?” Now instead of
self-control, there was anxiety in her voice. “Nick, please—if you care about
me at all as a human being…”
    “I like you a hell of a lot,” I told her. “I care about you
as way more than just a human being.” I paused. I should never answer the
phone until I’m fully awake. “I’ll let you do your job.”
    “If you swear to me that you’re not going to like—sabotage
me, or something, then…”
    “Then what?” I smiled a bit to myself.
    “Then I’ll do it,” Olivia said with a sigh—I knew it was a
sigh that time.
    “You want me to give you some advice on packing?” I opened
my eyes under the sheet and stared at the blue and white stripes of the fabric.
    “I think I can manage. Besides, it’s still a couple of weeks
away.”
    “Pack light,” I suggested. “Get used to the idea that you’re
going to be wearing dirty clothes pretty often.” Olivia chuckled, and I felt
more relief than I would have liked to admit to.
    “I’ll keep that in mind,” Olivia said.
    “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of a
fantastic dream about being blown while I played the best solo of my life.”
Olivia laughed again.
    “Go back to sleep then. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
    “Not before then? Tease.”
    “I never promised to have sex with you again, Nick.”
    “You also didn’t promise not to have sex with me
again.”
    “Go back to sleep.” The phone beeped to tell me the call had
ended. I closed my eyes again and let the phone fall onto the pillow behind me
as I fell back to sleep.

 
    ****
    The two weeks flew by for me—like they always did before we
left on tour. I went to rehearsals and hung out with the guys and specifically
didn’t text Olivia; I knew better than to push my luck with her just then.
    “Fuck,” I muttered as I strode up to the tour bus. It was
eight in the morning.
    “Have a hard night, Nicky?” I glared at Mark, who was
practically swinging around a street lamp pole.
    “Shut the fuck up. It’s too bright.”
    “No wonder I was able to slip out on you.” I looked up and
saw Olivia standing a few feet away, a Cafesito Express cup in her hand. I
heard Jules and Dan snickering but I couldn’t make myself look at them; I was
too busy taking in the sight of Olivia. She had either taken my advice or knew
well enough to pack light on her own: I saw a backpack and a carry-on sized
rolling bag at her feet. Her magenta hair was tousled, and I thought she might
be wearing a little makeup, but not very much. She was wearing jeans and a
Raggy Monster tee shirt, with a pair of beat-up Docs, reminding me of my first
glimpse of her. She looked a little sleepy, but way more chipper than I