CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE)

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private performance. It’s much easier on the ears.”
     
     
    I looked away. “Will you be meeting with Megan again?”
     
     
    “Megan travels all across the country for me,” he answered. If he knew about my jealousy, then Heath made no overt accusation about it. “Sooner or later, I’m sure I’ll run into her again while I’m on tour. There a number of charities she’ll be involved with on the West coast. She’s a busy woman so she might not actually have time for me!”
     
     
    “What’s next on the tour?” I asked. “I know we’re heading down to New Jersey then back up to New York. Then we’ll fly to Texas and work our way up to California.”
     
     
    “You’ve got it right,” Heath said, finishing his drink. “I’d love to visit the so-called flyover states but the big venues tend to be on the coasts. The record doesn’t think we’ll make enough money, even if the venues are sold out.”
     
     
    “Too bad, I grew up in those flyover states.”
     
     
    “It’s a shame, really. Howard and I had a budding American fan base in places like Colorado Springs.”
     
     
    “You met Megan on the West Coast, though.”
     
     
    “It was a night to remember,” he said with a smile. “I did my best to charm that sexy waitress but Howard won her over with his shy guy routine. The three of us went to the beach and had some local beers. We bought soft shell crab from a food cart. We got sand between our toes and watched the stars rise. Howard looked so happy with Megan. I even let the two have our hotel room for the night!”
     
     
    Whether it was the alcohol or my insecurity, I asked a bold question. “You ever wish it was you?”
     
     
    “What?”
     
     
    “If you ended up with Megan.”
     
     
    “Are you jealous?” he said with a laugh. My skin turned flush when I realized what I had just asked. “No, Megan and Howard were a match made in heaven. I always felt like a third wheel. Looking back, those were some of the happiest times of my life.”
     
     
    “I suppose you miss the good old days,” I whispered, trying to hide the blush appearing on my skin. “Life must have been so much simpler.”
     
     
    “It was,” he whispered back. “But enough talk of the past. Let’s go get some fresh air.”
     
     
    “Yes, it’s a bit stuffy in here.”
     
     
    Heath took my hand and guided me through the labyrinthine venue. For the briefest of moments, I forgot that I was his tutor. I’d never had a student like Heath Lawrence. No student had made me feel so frustrated. No student had made me pull out every trick in the book. No student had ever dominated my every waking thought.
     
     
    No student had ever kissed me with so much unbridled passion.
     
     
    Or kissed me at all for that matter.
     
     
    Hell, I thought a student giving me a Valentine’s Day card was a breach of etiquette.
     
     
    We ended up in private suite that I didn’t even know existed in the concert venue. “What is this place?”
     
     
    “Somewhere you take some rich VIP after wining and dining him,” he answered with a cynical laugh. “I’m sure we’ll find a better use for it. There’s a free minibar.”
     
     
    I folded my arms. “I thought we would get some fresh air.”
     
     
    “It has a balcony,” he said, pointing outside. “Lovely view as well.”
     
     
    I sat on the bed and Heath joined me after pouring himself a shot of vodka. Then, he handed me a glass as well. “Cheers.”
     
     
    I clinked my glass with his. I felt his weather-beaten hands make contact with my soft skin. I thought of running my hands over his exposed chest before the clink of the glasses brought me back to reality. “Cheers…”
     
     
    God, I wanted to take him in for another kiss. I wanted to see every part of Heath Lawrence. I wanted him to sing me to sleep after a night of lovemaking.
     
     
    I would get my wish.
     
     
    He leaned in forward with his lips jutting outward ever so slightly. He was a

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