Gauge: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 1) by Cara Nelson Read Free Book Online

silver flask. I guess his jeans weren’t as glued on as I’d thought they were.
    “Shot?” he asked, extending his arm toward me.
    “What is it?”
    “Patrón.”
    “Sure, what the hell,” I said.
    I took the flask, unscrewed the top, and took a big swig, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth when I was done. “Smooth but I like the gold better. A bit more bite, don’t you think?”
    “You’re okay, Brynn,” he said, shaking his head in appreciation.
    “So when do I get to read what you’ve written?”
    “When the magazine comes out,” I said.
    “What if it sucks?”
    “I have no doubts that I’ll hear about it,” I replied. I liked it that he was curious about it. It showed that it mattered.
I turned the recorder off and we talked for a few more minutes. He was more willing to talk like a guy who didn’t thrive on stirring the pot. It was good to remember. Next time we talked, I’d hide the recorder, make him less aware it was there.
    “Well, it’s been real, but I’ve gotta fly,” Hunter said. He got up. I followed suit and walked him to the door.
    He went to the left. I looked to the right and saw a shirtless man walking down the hallway toward me. It was Gauge. I think a bit of drool slid out of my mouth like dew in the morning would slide off a petal in the sunlight. At least I hoped it looked that pretty, a girl’s got to wish. He didn’t see me because he was wiping the sweat off his face with his t-shirt. His work-out shorts hung lower on his hips, revealing one answer: he was a boxer guy. I thought he might be those boxer briefs, but I was wrong. There you had it—journalism at its finest.
     
    I shut the door and looked at the clock. It was already 8 PM. I took a shower and decided to try and get to sleep early, since we were leaving at 6AM. We were in Atlanta, but would head to Dallas in the morning. From there, it would be Europe. That’s what I was really excited for. What an amazing way to experience the continent for the first time.
     
    Blink. My eyes focused on the clock, hoping I was reading it wrong. I’d been tossing and turning, not able to fall asleep and it was midnight now. I should have just gotten up and started writing, but I didn’t feel like it. It was a sad reality; I was horny with no guy by my side to relieve it. My mind, however, was playing a hot, steamy porno, starring Gauge and me. I hadn’t been able to shake that visual of him walking down the hall. It definitely felt intentional, like he knew I’d see him and remember it. Then there were those tattoos. I wanted to explore them up close.
    Lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling, my fingers began to roam my body, pretending that the hands that were giving me pleasure were Gauge’s and not my own. A half hour passed by until my body trembled in luxurious release. I was finally exhausted and rolled over and slept soundly until the 5 AM wake-up call came.
     

Chapter Six:
Clubbing and Curious
     
    A month had already passed by, and I had tons of information stored in my tablet and also in my mind. It was nice to have some time to formulate this entire thing and not have to be committed to a certain style of story. As long as it sold, I was given carte blanche as to how it was laid out. I had a lot of ideas. If there was a rock journalism Pulitzer, I would definitely be nominated for it by the time all was said and done.
    I stared out at the streets below from the eighth floor of my hotel room, which was quite small. I was in Milan, and it looked amazing. Off to the right I could see the canals that went through the city and they looked so tranquil.  Umbrellas lined each side and I presumed that there must be wonderful sidewalk café’s nearby and lovers speaking romantically under those umbrellas, touching each other softly and the sounds of their laughter traveling down the canal in a whimsical way.  Then there were the towering buildings, so nostalgic and demanding of attention—places