I Want You to Want Me (Rock Star Romance #2) by Erika Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

turned and shut himself in the lounge. He only had one thing on his mind. Pulling out his phone, he called Gen.
    “Hey, handsome.”
    Her sexy purr usually got him hard. Tonight, though, he just wanted information. “You back in the city?”
    “Just got to my building.” She snapped right back into business mode.
    Sitting down on the couch, he tipped his head back against the wall and scraped a hand through his hair, still damp from a shower. “Talk to Irwin yet?”
    “Not yet. He’s not returning my calls.”
    “Shit. He’s pissed.”
    “I’ll take care of it.”
    He heard the message in her tone, and it pissed him off. He’d dropped the ball, and she had to clean up the mess. “It won’t happen again.”
    “Oh, I know it won’t.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means you’ll make sure you do everything you need to keep your band on track.”
    Okay, now she was really pissing him off. Like he needed her to tell him that? “I got it under control, Gen.”
    “Hang on,” she said. “I just walked in the door.” He heard some background noises, a door slamming. “Ah, home sweet home. Where I can strip off my dress and dip into my honeypot while I listen to your sexy voice. Mmm.”
    “I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he said. “Talking to the guys doesn’t work. Limiting their partying isn’t working either. I’m thinking about imposing fines. I know they’re not going to like it, but that’s too bad. We can’t afford another night like last night.” When she didn’t answer, he said, “Gen? You there?”
    “Mm-hm.”
    “What’re you doing?”
    “Just checking mail.” And then her tone turned seductive. “Now, I’m heading into my bedroom so you can take care of me.”
    “Christ.”
    “I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish our business last night. Such a waste. We hardly ever get to be together. But you can make it up to me right now. Do you want to know what I’m wearing?”
    “A black push-up bra and a thong.” He felt restless, edgy. He wondered what Scarlet was doing. Wondered if he should check on her, make sure she wasn’t too uncomfortable. No matter who she was, he knew this wasn’t her scene.
    “Guess what I’m doing right now?” she purred.
    “Skinning a cat?”
    “Okay, you’re taking all the fun out of our evening. I’m trying to relax you.”
    “Gotta tell you, not feeling all that relaxed. I want to know what Irwin’s thinking.”
    The door opened, and Scarlet peeked into the small room. She took in the
Rolling Stone
and
Guitar Player
magazines littering the table, the beer bottles and discarded clothing on the floor and counters. Her gaze followed the soles of his boots up his legs, hovering around his package before finishing its lazy appraisal of his body at his mouth.
    And,
fuck
, if his dick didn’t feel the love.
    She smiled. “Hey.”
    “I’m not really in the mood tonight, babe,” he said to Gen. “Got too much on my mind. Sorry.”
    “Ouch. Are you dismissing me? We haven’t even had any sexy time yet.”
    “I’ve got to clear out the bus,” he said. “Almost time to hit the road.”
    “Call me later.”
    “Count on it.” He disconnected the call. Standing up, he pocketed the phone. “Problem?”
    Scarlet came all the way in, leaving the door open. “I don’t think there’s room for me out there.”
    “Don’t like competition, huh?”
    She shook her head, releasing all that dark, silky hair. His senses heightened, and he became aware of her scent. Light, floral . . . different. “I prefer one-on-one situations.”
    Desire kicked hard, heat spreading through him. “Yeah?”
    “You got a beer or something?” Again, she looked around the room, reactivating his suspicions. She sure as shit wasn’t looking for an unopened warm beer.
    “In the refrigerator.” He pointed behind her, toward the kitchen. He’d see what she did next.
    “You don’t keep anything in here?”
    “By anything, I assume you’re talking