Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,218

spot his eyes landed on my body. “Blue eyes, long legs, Vail tail.”

Warmth crept up my neck again.

“Vail tail?” Jill asked.

Mark shot her a wicked, flirty grin. “Fangirls. You know, the women who’ll do whatever it takes to get backstage after a show.” He nodded toward my shirt.

“Really?” Jill whined. “That’s what you want me to print in the Sin City Sun?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Sweet on the outside and creamy on the inside. Will that work instead?”

“Not really,” she said.

He shot her a lazy grin, the very epitome of a bad boy. “I’m not real picky when it comes to women, as you may have heard. I like women who look like your friend here. I like women who like to have fun, obviously. You probably don’t want to quote that, but it’s fairly well recorded at this point.” He took another cool and confident sip from his glass. “I like women who are smart and funny. Off the record, I don’t usually get to know much more about them beyond that.”

I should’ve felt insulted with his speech, or at least surprised that he was so blunt. He didn’t know anything about me aside from my name and what I looked like on the outside, yet he was ready to take me back to his place. That was a total cocky douche move, yet it didn’t stop me.

Besides all that, I counted myself lucky that he chose me. I counted myself fortunate that even though there were several other women in Vail’s dressing room, he chose me. He could have his pick of anyone in the world, and he still chose me.

Yes, I should’ve been insulted. But fucking a rock star was a total bucket list item.

And I was about to check that off my list.

A few minutes later, his driver wove through Saturday night traffic on the Strip to get us safely back to his place at the Mandarin Oriental as we talked in the back of the car. We were sitting next to each other in the back of his customized Yukon. The row of seats in front of us was turned to face us. It looked like meetings could take place back there. Mark put his legs up on the seat across from us and closed the black tinted glass separating the backseat from his driver up front. His big hand rested on my leg, inching up my thigh, and I hugged his arm to my chest. It felt comfortable, like we knew each other, like we’d been together a long time and we were just headed home after a day at the office together…or something like that.

“What’s it like being a rock star?” I asked him. I wanted to know every single detail about him. I still felt like I was living inside some crazy fantasy, like I’d wake up at any minute alone in my bed. I wondered when he’d attack—when the making out and all the sex would get underway.

I chewed the inside of my cheek for a second just to see if I could feel the pain, to make sure this was all real.

“It’s pretty fucking awesome,” he answered in that deep timbre that sounded like every favorite song of mine.

“What makes it awesome?”

“Getting paid to do what I love. Traveling the world with my best friends. The rush I get on stage. Looking out over a sold-out venue, watching as people sing along to songs I wrote…there’s nothing like it.” His voice was quiet, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he always spoke so sincerely with every woman he brought back to his place. He seemed genuine in the moment, but I had no basis for comparison.

“I sang along to every song,” I said shyly. I glanced over at him, still trying to figure out if this was really happening.

Tingles prickled through my belly as his eyes met mine and his lips tipped up. “I know. I watched.”

“You did?”

“I was drawn to you over and over. I’m so focused when I’m up on that stage, but every time I looked at you, you threw me off my game a little. Your eyes lit up with every new song we played, glowed up at me from down below. When you walked into the dressing room backstage, it felt a little like destiny.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and didn’t hide the fact that he was writing a note. A Little Like Destiny.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“It’s my