CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE)

CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) by Julia Gardener Read Free Book Online

Book: CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) by Julia Gardener Read Free Book Online
Authors: Julia Gardener
going to school and your struggles with learning.”
     
     
    The rock star shrugged. “If you think it’ll help…”
     
     
    I smiled at him. “I know it will, Heath.”
     
     
    “Word of warning,” he teased. That naughty grin of him could charm any woman into coming to bed with him. I was no exception. “I’m a bad boy now and I was a bad boy then.”
     
     
    “You seem pretty well-behaved student given your reputation,” I said before adding a clarification. “Relatively speaking.”
     
     
    “Like I said, my career is on the line,” he replied, brushing off the praise. The rock star turned and headed to the stage. “Don’t think I’m doing this for you.”
     
     
    I watched as he left to join his bandmates. For our relationship to work, we had to keep things professional. I couldn’t teach if my every other waking thought was about my hands roaming his across his rock hard abs.
     
     
    I whispered to myself. “Keep it professional, Charlotte.”
     
     
    I wanted to believe those words.

 
    “I take it band practice went well.”
     
     
    I looked up from my worksheet at the straight-laced teacher. “Much better than the one I just finished.”
     
     
    She took the paper and commented. “That’s better, Heath. You’re making fewer mistakes.”
     
     
    I leaned back and put my hands behind my head. “I always knew I was a genius. I just needed to roll up my sleeves-”
     
     
    “I didn’t say it was great,” she said my chagrin. The woman had an uncanny ability to deflate me. “Just take these lessons one at a time. Before long, you’ll notice the progress you’ve made.”
     
     
    The only thing I wanted to take was some groupie on the dresser of my dressing room. Hell. I was even in the mood to fuck Charlotte. Something about her chaste, professional look drew me like a moth to the flame.
     
     
    It had been years since I had to work towards a sexual encounter. These days, women just opened their legs up for me on command. I could use the challenge.
     
     
    I imagined a woman like Charlotte preferred romance to the direct approach. With a few candlelit dinners, she would be dying to join me in bed. I already could see the look of desire in her eyes.
     
     
    “Heath, pay attention to me!”
     
     
    I snapped awake to see a sour expression on Charlotte’s face. “What were you saying again?”
     
     
    She groaned. “I asked about your teachers back when you were young, Heath.”
     
     
    “What about them?”
     
     
    “Did any of your teachers notice your difficulties in class?” she asked. “Did they try to give you extra attention or after school help?”
     
     
    “I went to some underfunded elementary school in the bad side of the city,” I scoffed. “The teachers cared more about their smoke breaks than they did about any of us.”
     
     
    “Did you get any support for your hobbies and extracurricular hobbies?” she continued. “How about your interest in music?”
     
     
    “The only thing they supported was a split lip when I mouthed back too much,” I said to Charlotte’s horror. “I always knew music was in my blood. I just didn’t need my teacher spilling it to see for myself.”
     
     
    The woman seemed uncomfortable with the topic. “You must have shown talent at an early age.”
     
     
    “Talent?” I chuckled. “No, I was pure shit until I met Howard. Still, I knew I wanted to be a musician since I was a lad. Just strumming an out of tune guitar in bed made me feel… it made me feel like a normal boy…”
     
     
    “How about your parents?” she inquired. “Did they support your interest in music?”
     
     
    “They were even worse,” I said grimly. I recalled the nights when my father would beat me and my mother would watch on with indifference. “The only reason they got married was because they conceived me after a drunken one-night stand. If they didn’t get a tax break for raising me, I’d probably end up dumped off in an

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