Page 53 of Dirty Like Me
“You eat like a very large man and have the body of a twelve-year-old boy.” I tossed some grated cheddar into my mouth. “With awesome tits.” I looked her over, slowly, enjoying the way it made her fidget. “And hips,” I added. “And an incredible ass.”
She shook her head as if to clear it of nonsense. “I have no idea what to say to that.”
“Say you’ll come on tour.”
She bit her lip again. Then she pushed her glasses up her nose, which was too fucking cute. “Honestly, Jesse, I don’t know if I can say that.”
Damn. Really not the answer I came for.
But this was far from over.
“Because you don’t want to,” I said as I started flipping the bacon, “or because you’re afraid to?”
Katie crossed her arms and glowered at me. “You said if I chose not to go on tour you’d leave me alone.”
“That was before you snuck out in the night like a bandit.”
“It was morning, the sun was coming up, and I didn’tstealanything.”
“It’s cool. If you’re afraid you won’t be able to resist screwing my brains out when we’ve been lip-locked for the cameras all day, just say so.”
“I’m sure I can find it in myself to resist the urge.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but if that was the way she wanted to play it…
The thing was, I’d watched the video. A lot. And I’d come to a pretty interesting conclusion. It wasn’t that Katie was great at faking. It’s that she wasn’t faking at all. Every gasp I’d elicited from her, every squirm, every time her nails dug into my flesh or she bit her lip or her breath caught, every time her pupils dilated so huge I could’ve sworn she was high, she was rushing onme. Hard.
It wouldn’t exactly be a stretch to pretend I was hot for her too. Even in her mismatched pajamas and bed hair she was making me hard.
So maybe we’d actually be fakingnotwanting each other. I’d do my best if that’s what she wanted. And if I never got to touch her when no one else was around, maybe it wouldn’t be my first choice, but I could live with it.
I still wanted her on the tour. The tour was too important to fuck up, even over a cutie like Katie Bloom.
She chewed on her plump pink bottom lip. “Can you answer one question for me?”
“Anything.”
“Why me?”
“Because the fans like you,” I said. Then I added, “And I trust you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
She looked at me over her glasses like a disagreeable librarian. A really fucking hot librarian. “You know what I like on my pizza.”
“Marriages have been built on less.”
“And divorces have followed.”
“I know you’re on the pill,” I said, just as the phone rang. Katie’s mouth popped open. “You told me last night. Said you couldn’t stay at the hotel because you usually take it first thing in the morning and didn’t have any with you.”
Katie buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God.”
“All coming back now, huh?”
I plated the food as she got the phone and buzzed Jude up. Then I went to the door, grabbed Katie’s coffee from him, and waved him away. Jude just grinned an ear-to-ear grin, which he never fucking did.
