Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar) by Dara Bowman Read Free Book Online Page A

manila envelope in his hand. “Contract,
remember?”
    “But, I thought one of your people would send it over?”
    Something flashes across his eyes, and I wonder if I hurt
his feelings. The emotion is gone quickly, and he pushes his glasses back up
his nose and gives a careless shrug.
    “Sometimes I like to do shit myself so I know it gets done.”
    My skin is buzzing from being so close to him, and I am torn
as to what to do. I have to invite him inside now. I can’t stand out here and
sign the papers, but the idea of Dom being inside my home, and mere feet from
my bedroom, sends my mind into a tizzy.
    I need to get a hold of myself. Dom Dresden is an arrogant
prick. Have I forgotten how he tried to kiss me without even asking last night?
    “Alright, well, why don’t you come on inside so I can sign
everything.”
    Dom doesn’t respond, but just follows me into the building.
I’m sure he lives in some amazing house or condo, and I wonder what he’ll think
of my small apartment.
    He follows me up the steps to the second floor, and I let us
in.
    I drop my purse down on a chair, and head into the kitchen.
    “Would you like something to drink?” I ask, as I take out a
bottle of water for myself. He sees the bottle and nods at it.
    “Water would be great.”
    I take out a second one, and hand it to him. He twists off
the top, and I can’t help but watch the way his lips wrap around the bottle as
he takes a long swig.
    I am losing my mind.
    I take a sip of my own water, and motion for him to follow
me to the dining room.
    “Nice place,” he says.
    I laugh, “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you have.”
    “Actually, my house isn’t all that great. I’m hardly there
and it feels really cold. A hotel room feels warmer to me.” He stops himself,
as if he’s already shared too much.
    “Oh, well. I’m really sorry to hear that.”
    I look around my little apartment, and try to see it through
a stranger’s eyes. It’s nicely decorated, and I guess it is a decent size for
LA. We have a great balcony, filled with plants and flowers. I can’t imagine living
somewhere that didn’t feel like home. The thought is depressing.
    As Dom spreads out the papers, I suddenly realize I don’t
have a pen. I pop up out of my seat, and in my haste, I brush against Dom’s
body. His muscles are so hard and defined, and my nipples actually harden from
touching him. My head is spinning, and I actually glare at him for being so
sexy. I hate that he has this affect on me.
    He tears his glasses off his face and drops them on the
table.
    “What?” he demands angrily.
    “Nothing!”
    I hurry to find a pen.
    “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “I’m not looking at you like anything,” I lie.
    “Whatever. Let’s just sign these damn papers.”
    “I still don’t know why you brought them yourself,” I
mutter. This would be a lot easier if I were just signing something for a
courier.
    Dom jumps up from the table. “Because maybe I wanted to
fucking see you, okay? Happy now?”
    I stand there, floored, wondering if I heard correctly.
    “You wanted to see me?” I say each word slowly, as if I’ve
never heard them strung together in that order before. If he didn’t think I was
stupid before, he certainly does now.
    “Yes,” he growls, moving towards me.
    I freeze, and I know that if I let him, he is going to kiss
me. Every ounce of my being is singing for Dom, but I know that he is
completely wrong for me.
    I put my hands out to stop him, and he looks at me with
confusion and disbelief.
    “Don’t,” I whisper. I’m shaking now, and I know he can tell.
    He cocks his head to the side. “Are you serious?”
    “Yes, I’m serious, Dom. Don’t come any closer.”
    “Whatever.” He rolls his eyes and mutters, “Bull shit,” as
he sits back down. “Let’s sign these,” he snaps.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” I say sarcastically. “Now, you’re going to
be an asshole because I wouldn’t let you kiss