Into The Fire (Gorgeous Entourage #1) by E. L. Todd Read Free Book Online Page B

watched everything I did.
A mesmerized look came over her face, and she seemed to be
somewhere else, just listening to the song.
    I finished playing, and when the last string
died, it was quiet in the apartment. Somehow, it was quieter than
before I started playing. I kept the guitar on my lap as I watched
her expression.
    “That was beautiful.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You have a real talent.”
    “Thanks.” I felt my cheeks tint slightly.
    “You must score a lot of chicks like
that.”
    “I score chicks regardless.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Have you ever tried
being humble?”
    “I’m not even sure what that word means.”
    “You wouldn’t understand even if I explained
it to you.”
    “Would you like to hear another one?”
    “Yes.”
    “What should I play next?”
    “Do I get to pick?” she asked.
    “Yep. You’re the DJ for the night.”
    “Hmm…Paul McCartney.”
    “Excellent.” I started playing my favorite
tune.
    Alessandra listened to me silently, that
dazed look on her face again.
    I liked seeing her stare at me like that. Her
full lips were slightly parted like she wanted to sing along, and
her eyes were heavy but full of interest. Her legs were crossed,
and her thighs were toned from running—I could tell. She was one of
the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and it was a privilege to
see her watch me play.
    When I finished the song, she stirred
slightly like she just left a trance. “You’re so clean with the
strings.”
    “I’ve been playing for a long time. You
should let me teach you.”
    “It’s a little intimidating.”
    “I’m the least intimidating person in the
world.” I nudged her in the side. “Come on. It’ll be fun. We can
start a band together.”
    “A two person group?” she asked. “Wouldn’t we
need a drummer?”
    “I can play the drums. You can be the lead
guitarist.”
    She laughed. “People would throw tomatoes at
us.”
    “Would not.” I set the guitar down then
leaned back. “Well, my parents loved you.”
    “I could tell,” she said. “How long do we
have to keep this up?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “But at least for a
few months.”
    “Well, they’re nice. Be grateful for
that.”
    “I guess.” I turned in my seat and stared at
her.
    “What?” She caught my look.
    “Nothing.” I didn’t know what to say or how
to explain what I was thinking.
    “Why are you staring at me like that?”
    “We’re having a conversation. I’m supposed to
look at you.”
    “Yes, look. Not stare.”
    “You don’t like it when I stare at you?” I
asked.
    “It’s a little creepy…that’s why I won’t tell
you where I live.” She gave me a teasing smile.
    “I’m an artist. I appreciate beautiful
things.”
    She returned my gaze without blinking.
    “Is this payback?” I asked with a laugh.
    “Yep.” She held my gaze without looking
away.
    “You can stare at me all you want. It’s a
compliment.”
    She gave me an irritated look. “So
cocky.”
    “I have a lot to be cocky about.”
    “Like a pierced dick?”
    I grinned. “You’ve been thinking about it
ever since I told you about it, huh?”
    Her cheeks flushed slightly. “I admit it’s
interesting…”
    “You know why chicks like it so much?”
    “Why?”
    “Because the metal ball rubs against your
G-spot,” I explained. “And the girls go crazy. I don’t have to work
nearly has hard to make them come.”
    Alessandra looked away but there was still
redness in her cheeks.
    “So…do you have a boyfriend?” She had to.
There was no way in hell a perfect woman like her was single. She
had the legs of a supermodel and the ass of a nectarine. If I saw
her in a bar, I’d definitely give her my best moves until she was
on my sheets.
    “No.”
    No? No fucking way . “Are you
sure?”
    “I think I would know if I were seeing
someone…”
    “It’s just…how is that possible?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Maybe you don’t realize it but you’re pretty
perfect.