Free Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) by Jade Allen
Authors: Jade Allen
Olivia rolled her eyes at my question, grinning slightly
even as her cheeks lit up with reddish-pink.
“Only if you don’t lose it this time,” Olivia said quietly,
shifting her backpack on her shoulders as we walked towards the elevators. Her
hotel rooms were separate from ours; the magazine booked and paid for her stays
on the road. I told her more than once in the month and a half since the tour
started that she could save them the trouble and the expense by simply staying
in my room, but she insisted that she wanted to delay her bosses finding out
about our relationship as long as she possibly could. “It was embarrassing to
have to pretend like I lost my own key to get another spare.”
“People lose keys all the time,” I pointed out, glancing
around briefly before I brushed a lock of her short hair out of Olivia’s face.
“Especially when they get absolutely bombed on champagne.”
“ That was your fault,” Olivia told me, wagging a
finger in my direction. “I am not the one who smuggled an entire case of
champagne out of the venue.”
“Hey! It was on the rider, and if we didn’t drink it, it was
just going to go to the crew there. I left the beers behind for them.” Olivia
punched the elevator button and snickered.
“Right. Playing champagne-pong in the hotel rec room was
totally the only proper thing to do,” she said.
“You’re the one who decided to up the ante by making it
strip champagne-pong,” I pointed out.
“On round four , after you got me bombed,” Olivia insisted.
She stuck her tongue out at me. The elevator chimed and we both stepped on
quickly.
“It’s not my fault that I’m so much better than you at
champagne-pong,” I told her. The doors closed behind us and I took advantage of
being alone with Olivia to lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips. “Besides,
if I remember correctly, there was enough champagne left over for some fun
experiments…” I cupped one of her tits through her clothes and gave it a quick
squeeze. “I seem to recall you enjoyed the bubbles fizzing against your clit.”
“Here,” she said, giving me a little push away from her and
slapping a cold plastic rectangle into my hand. “Don’t lose it this time.”
“If I do I could just invite you over to my place,” I
suggested with a smirk.
“I’m not explaining to my boss how I lost another card,”
Olivia said, shaking her head.
“You’re partying with musicians,” I pointed out. “These
things happen. It makes your reports more realistic if you participate.” Olivia
chuckled, shaking her head.
“You are a terrible influence,” she told me, poking me in
the chest.
“I am the best possible influence for you,” I said. “After
all, if it weren’t for me, how would you have learned that you prefer vaping
pot to smoking it out of a bong?”
“Or that spicy foods are a terrible idea if you’ve already
gotten drunk to the point of nausea?” Olivia shook her head again. “This is on
tour. I don’t really expect this to last, Nick.”
“Why not?” I moved a little closer to her. “We started out
before the tour did. We can last after it.”
“Is that really what you want?” She looked up at me and I
had to make myself look at her eyes instead of her eyelashes, her lips, the
pink in her cheeks. “You’ve done a great job of not hitting on anyone else…at
least as far as I’ve seen,” she said. She licked her lips and it almost ruined
any chance I had for focusing on her words. “But in another month or two,
you’re going to get bored of me.”
“You?” I snorted, shaking my head. “How can I get bored of
someone who goes into every experience totally fresh?”
“We’re running out of first times,” Olivia pointed out.
“Just about the only drugs you haven’t managed to score for us are coke, meth,
and E.”
“I don’t do the first two anymore, and E you really need to
have a full night to enjoy. Preferably at a club somewhere.” I kissed
even as her cheeks lit up with reddish-pink.
“Only if you don’t lose it this time,” Olivia said quietly,
shifting her backpack on her shoulders as we walked towards the elevators. Her
hotel rooms were separate from ours; the magazine booked and paid for her stays
on the road. I told her more than once in the month and a half since the tour
started that she could save them the trouble and the expense by simply staying
in my room, but she insisted that she wanted to delay her bosses finding out
about our relationship as long as she possibly could. “It was embarrassing to
have to pretend like I lost my own key to get another spare.”
“People lose keys all the time,” I pointed out, glancing
around briefly before I brushed a lock of her short hair out of Olivia’s face.
“Especially when they get absolutely bombed on champagne.”
“ That was your fault,” Olivia told me, wagging a
finger in my direction. “I am not the one who smuggled an entire case of
champagne out of the venue.”
“Hey! It was on the rider, and if we didn’t drink it, it was
just going to go to the crew there. I left the beers behind for them.” Olivia
punched the elevator button and snickered.
“Right. Playing champagne-pong in the hotel rec room was
totally the only proper thing to do,” she said.
“You’re the one who decided to up the ante by making it
strip champagne-pong,” I pointed out.
“On round four , after you got me bombed,” Olivia insisted.
She stuck her tongue out at me. The elevator chimed and we both stepped on
quickly.
“It’s not my fault that I’m so much better than you at
champagne-pong,” I told her. The doors closed behind us and I took advantage of
being alone with Olivia to lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips. “Besides,
if I remember correctly, there was enough champagne left over for some fun
experiments…” I cupped one of her tits through her clothes and gave it a quick
squeeze. “I seem to recall you enjoyed the bubbles fizzing against your clit.”
“Here,” she said, giving me a little push away from her and
slapping a cold plastic rectangle into my hand. “Don’t lose it this time.”
“If I do I could just invite you over to my place,” I
suggested with a smirk.
“I’m not explaining to my boss how I lost another card,”
Olivia said, shaking her head.
“You’re partying with musicians,” I pointed out. “These
things happen. It makes your reports more realistic if you participate.” Olivia
chuckled, shaking her head.
“You are a terrible influence,” she told me, poking me in
the chest.
“I am the best possible influence for you,” I said. “After
all, if it weren’t for me, how would you have learned that you prefer vaping
pot to smoking it out of a bong?”
“Or that spicy foods are a terrible idea if you’ve already
gotten drunk to the point of nausea?” Olivia shook her head again. “This is on
tour. I don’t really expect this to last, Nick.”
“Why not?” I moved a little closer to her. “We started out
before the tour did. We can last after it.”
“Is that really what you want?” She looked up at me and I
had to make myself look at her eyes instead of her eyelashes, her lips, the
pink in her cheeks. “You’ve done a great job of not hitting on anyone else…at
least as far as I’ve seen,” she said. She licked her lips and it almost ruined
any chance I had for focusing on her words. “But in another month or two,
you’re going to get bored of me.”
“You?” I snorted, shaking my head. “How can I get bored of
someone who goes into every experience totally fresh?”
“We’re running out of first times,” Olivia pointed out.
“Just about the only drugs you haven’t managed to score for us are coke, meth,
and E.”
“I don’t do the first two anymore, and E you really need to
have a full night to enjoy. Preferably at a club somewhere.” I kissed