Rockstar Romeo - Abbie Zanders Page 0,36
spotted the pair of panties I’d been wearing earlier hanging from the potted ivy arrangement. I guessed that was where they’d landed after Jace ripped them off and flung them over his shoulder in haste.
“Ross is planning on meeting up with the tour for the opening in Copenhagen, so he asked me to continue to handle things for you guys. I hope that’s okay.”
He chuckled, also a very sexy sound. “Of course that’s okay. I’ll take anything that gives me a legitimate reason to spend more time with you.”
I felt a pang of guilt. I knew I’d hurt his feelings earlier when I told him I wanted to keep our private sexy times secret, but it was what it was. I was determined not to make things out to be more than they were, and I didn’t see the point in opening a can of worms that wouldn’t be around for much longer.
“What about the others? Do you think they’ll have a problem with it?”
I’d been in the business long enough to know that some guys had an issue with a female account exec even if I had been handling things behind the scenes for years. Ross was an excellent front man, but no one knew the bottom line better than me. I was the one who drew it in bold, permanent marker.
“Are you kidding?” Jace laughed. “Trust me, Eva. They’d much rather hang out with you than Ross. Kurt hasn’t shut up about how you made us feel at home. In fact, why don’t you come over to the penthouse and hang with us tomorrow? It’ll give everyone a chance to get to know you better.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” I said, the idea forming in my head even as I spoke. “Why don’t you bring everyone here tomorrow?”
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Jace
I paused, loving the idea and, at the same time, wondering if Eva knew what she was getting herself into. “Are you sure? Dave and Chaz have their wives and kids along.”
“Absolutely. The more, the merrier. We can have a cookout or something.”
“That sounds great. Thank you. They’d love that. What can we bring?”
“Just yourselves.”
“Not an option. We’ll eat you out of house and home.”
She laughed, a low, husky sound that shot straight to my groin. “I like the way you eat.”
Just like that, I was hard and aching, knowing she was thinking of exactly how I liked to feast on her. I heard a growl and then realized it had come from my throat.
“A delicacy I’d like to indulge in again and again.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
I groaned. “You’re killing me, you know that, right?”
A soft, feminine chuckle was her response.
“We’ll bring steaks and beer,” I told her, ignoring the pulsing throb in my groin. “It’s the least we can do.”
She hesitated and then said, “Thank you.”
“Anything else?”
“No, I can whip up some sides, and I have plenty of snacks.”
“Don’t go to too much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble. I’m glad to do it. It’ll keep me busy and my mind off the tour.”
Once again, I wondered how her dinner with Ross had gone. She’d said it had gone well, but I’d heard something in her voice that suggested maybe things weren’t as fine as she’d said. On the heels of that, I bit my tongue before suggesting highly effective, alternate methods of distraction.
I waited a few moments before adding in a much softer voice, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
I wished fervently that she’d follow that up with an invite to go over there right then, but she didn’t.
I wasn’t ready to hang up. “Are you still wearing that soft gold silk blouse, the one that makes your eyes sparkle?”
“Yes.”
“Pity. Think of me when you’re taking it off tonight, will you?”
Another pause. “Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“How about I take it off right now and give you a play-by-play?”
Thirty spectacular minutes later, I disconnected the call, unable to contain my smile. My angel had a wicked streak, and I loved it.
She’d given me a play-by-play all right, and I was one hundred percent certain she’d enjoyed it as much as I had. I had heard the soft, familiar sounds of her pleasure and known those feminine hands were doing more than just disrobing.
I was pretty sure she had known exactly what I was doing on my end too.
Of course, what I’d wanted to do was hightail it over to her place and watch instead of just imagining in my head. I’d envisioned her pretty eyes alternately shuttering and growing wide