Gauge: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 1) by Cara Nelson
Authors: Cara Nelson
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Before I knew it, the plane was landing at El Prat and we were making the pilgrimage through Customs. Since part of the crew was on the road with the stage and not expected to arrive for a day yet; this was the day I had to explore Barcelona. At midnight, I’d be twenty-three.
Within two hours, we were checking into Mandarin Oriental Barcelona, our hotel. It was unbelievable, by far the most posh hotel I’d ever been in. When I walked into my room, my jaw dropped. It was incredible, right down to the rabbit-soft complimentary robe that hung in the bathroom. This hotel was amazing, and I would have felt like I’d lived Barcelona to the fullest if I didn’t even leave it. I could book out a massage at their spa, get an amazing meal, and lay out by the ultra-swag pool that was on the rooftop, sipping on a fancy drink.
I walked over to the window and opened up the drapes. I had a panoramic view of the city, the perfect way to enjoy its stylish, historical skyline. Old and new buildings mixed. I took them in, enraptured.
My room phone rang. I scrambled for it, startled.
“Hello.”
“I’d like to take you up on that offer to see Montserrat Abbey.”
I smiled at the sound of Gauge’s overly casual, almost aloof voice. “Great.”
“Why don’t you get ready, and I’ll come get you in an hour.”
“Sure.”
I hung up. That was odd, and not really like Gauge. Was it Barcelona or me? I’ll admit—I hoped it was me.
Suddenly wanting to look better than I usually did, I put a bit of extra mascara and liner on, trying to find the perfect balance between subtlety and “fuck me.” I slid on a fun, silky sundress with sapphire-blue swirls and slipped on some strappy sandals. I fiddled with my hair, pulling it up and taking it down, until I gave up and pinned it into a loose bun.
An hour passed by all too quickly. I opened the door, and Gauge eyed me up and down. “How do I look?”
“The Abbey will never be the same,” he said.
“Are you teasing me?”
“Not at all. You ready?”
“Let me grab my clutch and then I’m set to go.”
I turned around and got it. Gauge stood in the doorway the entire time, not letting the door close completely. Was he afraid to be in an enclosed room with me? If he was, that meant he wasn’t sure if he could control himself. Since I didn’t have any evidence to the contrary, that’s what I chose to believe, and I liked it.
The weather was beautiful and the small, rickety bus that led us up the winding road toward the Abbey was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever experienced in my life. My ass hurt from a combination of the spring on the old bus and the bumps. The only pleasure I derived from the ride was how Gauge had to put his arm around me to keep me from bouncing around so much. The man had muscles and I was glad to take their assistance.
Finally, the bus stopped and we got off with the other twenty people who were there to tour the Abbey. “This is incredible,” I said, completely awestruck.
“I can’t believe how long some of these buildings can remain standing,” Gauge commented. His arm was still around my shoulders, too, which felt good, really good.
“When was this place built?”
“1025,” I said, completely amazed. It was so elaborate and built in a split in the mountain, for lack of a more eloquent description.
“Montserrat means serrated.” Someone said this from behind us and we turned around and looked. It was a sweet elderly lady there with her husband. They were holding hands and smiling. It was every bit as lovely as the Abbey itself; strength and longevity.
“Isn’t it sad to think that so many people that used this place as their sanctuary had to die. They paid quite the price so people like us could see this and appreciate it,” I said.
“Some things are worth dying for. It’s a sign of conviction, at least I think it is,” Gauge said.
“That’s very
Before I knew it, the plane was landing at El Prat and we were making the pilgrimage through Customs. Since part of the crew was on the road with the stage and not expected to arrive for a day yet; this was the day I had to explore Barcelona. At midnight, I’d be twenty-three.
Within two hours, we were checking into Mandarin Oriental Barcelona, our hotel. It was unbelievable, by far the most posh hotel I’d ever been in. When I walked into my room, my jaw dropped. It was incredible, right down to the rabbit-soft complimentary robe that hung in the bathroom. This hotel was amazing, and I would have felt like I’d lived Barcelona to the fullest if I didn’t even leave it. I could book out a massage at their spa, get an amazing meal, and lay out by the ultra-swag pool that was on the rooftop, sipping on a fancy drink.
I walked over to the window and opened up the drapes. I had a panoramic view of the city, the perfect way to enjoy its stylish, historical skyline. Old and new buildings mixed. I took them in, enraptured.
My room phone rang. I scrambled for it, startled.
“Hello.”
“I’d like to take you up on that offer to see Montserrat Abbey.”
I smiled at the sound of Gauge’s overly casual, almost aloof voice. “Great.”
“Why don’t you get ready, and I’ll come get you in an hour.”
“Sure.”
I hung up. That was odd, and not really like Gauge. Was it Barcelona or me? I’ll admit—I hoped it was me.
Suddenly wanting to look better than I usually did, I put a bit of extra mascara and liner on, trying to find the perfect balance between subtlety and “fuck me.” I slid on a fun, silky sundress with sapphire-blue swirls and slipped on some strappy sandals. I fiddled with my hair, pulling it up and taking it down, until I gave up and pinned it into a loose bun.
An hour passed by all too quickly. I opened the door, and Gauge eyed me up and down. “How do I look?”
“The Abbey will never be the same,” he said.
“Are you teasing me?”
“Not at all. You ready?”
“Let me grab my clutch and then I’m set to go.”
I turned around and got it. Gauge stood in the doorway the entire time, not letting the door close completely. Was he afraid to be in an enclosed room with me? If he was, that meant he wasn’t sure if he could control himself. Since I didn’t have any evidence to the contrary, that’s what I chose to believe, and I liked it.
The weather was beautiful and the small, rickety bus that led us up the winding road toward the Abbey was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever experienced in my life. My ass hurt from a combination of the spring on the old bus and the bumps. The only pleasure I derived from the ride was how Gauge had to put his arm around me to keep me from bouncing around so much. The man had muscles and I was glad to take their assistance.
Finally, the bus stopped and we got off with the other twenty people who were there to tour the Abbey. “This is incredible,” I said, completely awestruck.
“I can’t believe how long some of these buildings can remain standing,” Gauge commented. His arm was still around my shoulders, too, which felt good, really good.
“When was this place built?”
“1025,” I said, completely amazed. It was so elaborate and built in a split in the mountain, for lack of a more eloquent description.
“Montserrat means serrated.” Someone said this from behind us and we turned around and looked. It was a sweet elderly lady there with her husband. They were holding hands and smiling. It was every bit as lovely as the Abbey itself; strength and longevity.
“Isn’t it sad to think that so many people that used this place as their sanctuary had to die. They paid quite the price so people like us could see this and appreciate it,” I said.
“Some things are worth dying for. It’s a sign of conviction, at least I think it is,” Gauge said.
“That’s very
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