More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,37
interview of my life. I need to focus. But I appreciate the offer more than you know.”
“You know his reasons for not liking you have nothing to do with you, right? Hell, he doesn’t even know why he dislikes you. You’re a threat to him. And he doesn’t like that. But it’s not about you, it’s about him. He’s got serious issues.”
“A threat to him how?” I asked curiously, reaching for my iced tea when the waiter set it down.
“Because he knows how much you mean to me.”
“Ah, okay, I guess. I mean, there’s nothing I can do about that,” I said.
“So, what’s going on with you and Dick? He seemed very possessive when I ran into you this morning,” Cruz said, and he didn’t hide his dislike for Richard in any way, shape, or form.
“He wasn’t being possessive at all. That’s in your head. You were the one who grabbed my hand, and possibly grazed my boob on purpose,” I said with a laugh, quirking a brow at him.
A wicked grin spread across his face. “Ah, you noticed that, did you. It was a little test.”
“What kind of test?” I asked as the waiter set our plates down and my stomach growled.
“Well, I’ve seen those new over-active nipples of yours, since your trip to Honduras. Let’s just say the headlights weren’t on when I approached you and Dick. But one little graze with my finger, and they were on high alert.” He smirked. So cocky and arrogant.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, he wasn’t touching them. Of course, you just helped yourself and got a reaction.”
“Don’t talk about Richard touching your tits, Jade. We may be friends, but I’m not going there with you,” he hissed.
I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he was. “No one is touching anything. Relax. Not that it’s up to you.”
“Good to know. But he sure wants to, so keep an eye on that. I don’t like him at all.”
I shook my head. “You don’t know him.”
Why were we even talking about Richard? He wasn’t a factor. But I wasn’t about to tell Cruz that. If he thought I was wavering, he’d pounce. And I wasn’t ready for that. He needed more time and so did I. He’d just gone back on the road, and he needed to focus on his sobriety.
“I know enough. He looks at you like he’s picturing you naked. I fucking hate him.”
My head fell back in a fit of giggles. He was beyond ridiculous, and I loved it.
“You don’t say?”
“I do say.”
“So, how’s your little problem downstairs?” I wriggled my brows and smiled.
“Are you referring to my broken dick, Jade? Is this a joke to you? Do you know what it’s like to go months without sex? With the worst case of blue-balls of your life?”
I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my laughter. “I know what it’s like to go months without sex, yes.”
“Ah, good to know I’m not the only one suffering.” Although he attempted to be serious, the grin he was trying to contain snuck out.
“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to be by yourself for a while. You know, while you figure out who you are and what you want. I’m sure you can handle your blue-balls issue in other ways,” I whisper.
“Are you asking me if I take care of business?” He cocked his head to the side, and his honey-brown gaze locked on mine.
“What? No. I wasn’t asking that. I was just making a suggestion. You know, so you aren’t suffering.”
“Oh, I’m suffering, Jade. And hell yes, I take care of business. Several times a day. In the shower. Before bed. First thing in the morning,” he said before forking a bite of lasagna and popping it in his mouth.
I stared at him, my jaw probably hanging on the ground. My face heated and I reached for my water. Jesus. Was it hot in here?