Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,27
someone and haven’t told us about it.”
Lars groaned. “Hell no. We don’t need to lose more band members to marital bliss. No offense, man. I’m happy for you, but I hope Harvey and Brayden don’t want to follow in your footsteps.”
“Lars, stop giving me crap,” I said calmly.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking perplexed. “Shit, Thomas is right, isn’t he? Who is it?”
I slid down the partition to the driver, instructing him to stop by the hotel before taking the group to the bar.
Lars was still looking at me expectantly. I said nothing. I didn’t want them to treat Isabelle any differently, and besides, I had no idea what was going on between us anyway. The only thing I knew was I’d been looking forward to this call all day.
Lars was still looking a bit lost as I got out of the car at the back entrance of the hotel. It was almost comical.
I’d grown up with parents who’d always been loyal to each other. They were the perfect example of marital bliss and insisted life was better when you had a partner by your side. But it wasn’t my experience. It was easier to keep a wall between myself and the rest of the world. I’d never wanted to let anyone close, until I met Isabelle.
She was real. Talking with her was like talking with an old friend who I liked a lot. She was normal, didn’t care I was famous or any of that crap—she legitimately liked me for me. She was beautiful, her red hair was gorgeous, and her smile did something to me. The woman was special, and I couldn’t wait to find out more about her, to be with her.
The back entrance was empty, though it was late enough that I probably could have used the main one. The lobby wouldn’t be crowded at this time of night, but I didn’t want to risk it. The chance of being recognized was higher here in Nashville, where everyone and their grandmother were involved in the music industry.
I arrived in my room with a few minutes to spare. Sitting in the brown leather armchair next to the window, I called Isabelle five minutes before our set time.
“Hello, handsome,” she answered.
I smiled right away at the sound of her voice.
“Isabelle.”
“Just so you know, I’m in public, so don’t make me blush or anything.”
“I’ll do my best.”
She laughed. “No you won’t. I can tell from your voice.”
“Why are you in public?”
“I met with Sasha for drinks, and it lasted longer than I thought it would.”
“She’s there now?”
“No, she’s gone already. I didn’t want to leave and risk not getting home in time.”
It pleased me that she’d been looking forward to our call as much as I had.
“I didn’t know you two were meeting tonight.”
“It was spontaneous. We talked a bit about the response to the Facebook live videos, then about you.”
“Me? What did she say?”
“It’s a secret.” She laughed throatily. The sound sent a jolt below my belt.
“Tell. Me.”
“So bossy.”
She had no idea how bossy I wanted to get with her. I’d tell her exactly where I wanted her and how I wanted her. I’d map her entire body with my mouth. I was getting hard imagining her reactions, the way she’d open up to me. I’d bring her to the edge, until she begged. Only then would I give her an orgasm before starting all over again.
“Always.”
“You know that saying, ‘I don’t take orders. I barely follow suggestions’?”
That was true. I’d sensed that about her since the day we met.
“You’d enjoy following mine. I promise you that.”
“Oh, Brayden, Brayden, Brayden. What am I going to do with you?”
“You have time to decide until Friday. Right now, why don’t you tell me about your day?”
“Well, I had back-to-back sessions. On my lunch break, I tried to get a reservation at my brothers’ favorite Chinese restaurant to celebrate a huge deal they closed, but they were fully booked until summer. I want to surprise my brothers, so I’ll try again tomorrow.”
“What restaurant? I’ll make it happen.”
“How?”
“I don’t want to sound cocky, but I can make it happen.” I wanted to make her happy, and this was important for her.
“That would be great, honestly. Thanks. I don’t want to miss this chance to celebrate.”
“Consider it done. I’ll get you a table for tomorrow.”
“Oh my God, are you serious? That’s amazing! I’ll text you the name and number. They both really love it. They’ll be so happy. They like surprising