morning.
“Something funny?” Alex quirked an eyebrow at me as I placed the mugs down.
“Just Diego. I’ll leave you to it.” I was about to walk out when he called me.
“Nat, can you pencil in a trip to New York next month please? Jazz and I will be finishing the new track there.“ New track? I didn’t realize he was working on a new song.
“Sure,” I mumbled, frowning at him. He gave me a sexy, lazy smirk before looking away.
“Did you know Alex was working on new material?” I asked Diego when I walked back into the kitchen.
“I know he’s written a few lyrics down. He hasn’t quite got a song yet, but what I’ve seen so far is pretty good.”
“How long has it been since he’s written anything?”
“Years, Nat. It’s been years .” He had a goofy grin on his face, watching me intently.
“Oh, okay.” I tried not to blush, knowing what Diego was getting at. This wasn’t because of me. I did not hold some power over Alex Harbour . That was insane!
“Right, I’ve got to head out for my pedicure. I’ll see you later, Baby Cakes.” What was it with him and Alex and bloody nicknames? Though, I preferred Straight Lace to Baby Cakes. What did that even mean? Babies couldn’t eat cakes. Not young babies, anyway.
“Have fun!” I shouted after him as he grabbed his bag and started to walk out.
“You should come with me next time. You deserve to be pampered.”
“Maybe.” I liked the sound of that. Since I’d arrived in LA, all I’d done was work. An afternoon of relaxation would do me some good.
“I can tell you’ve got something on your mind. Spill.” Alex seemed to be able to read me pretty well lately. Was that a good thing?
“How long have you been writing new material?” We sat at the breakfast bar, eating the chicken and pesto salad I’d made for dinner.
“About a month. Why do you ask?”
“I didn’t realize you were…”
“I’m a rock star. It’s kind of my job,” he chuckled. “Although, I haven’t written my own songs from scratch for years.”
“Since Steel Roses,” I mused, almost in a daydream.
“Yes.” His eyes widened. Shit! Why did I say that? “Were you a Roses fan?”
“I liked some of your songs,” I lied, looking down at my plate. Really, I had been a hardcore groupie with posters all over my room.
“Wow! You were a rock chick. I never would have guessed. I had you down as a boy band kind of girl.” Not him, too? He and Diego had me all wrong.
“Technically, you were a boy band.” I couldn’t help but tease him.
“Like fuck we were. We were a rock band . I wasn’t some pretty boy whose balls hadn’t dropped. I was pure, dirty, hard, rock and roll.” Holding my legs together, I steadied my breathing. He had been pure sex in Steel Roses. Remembering the first time I’d seen them live, I smiled. He’d radiated sexual desire the whole time. I’d never felt a connection from one man on a single stage before. That night, the entire arena surrendered to him the moment he sang the first line to Caged . It had been an incredible evening.
“I don’t remember it that well. Like I said, I only knew a few of your songs. Besides, I was only a teenager when Steel Roses was together.”
“Teenagers were our main fan base. Are you sure there isn’t something you want to tell me?”
“No. Like what?”
“That you’re a secret Steel Roses fan and have been in love with me since you were a teenager.”
“Ha! You wish.” I may have overdone the fit of the giggles as I tried to mask the truth. “My best friend back in London is a huge fan of yours, though.”
“Is that so? Maybe you should invite her over. I’d love to meet her.”
“You really think I’d let you near my best friend?” I snorted.
“It’s your duty as her best friend to make her dream come true. Honestly, what kind of friend are you?” He nudged me playfully.
“I’m a damn good friend by keeping her away from you.”
“Ouch. Why don’t you say
“Something funny?” Alex quirked an eyebrow at me as I placed the mugs down.
“Just Diego. I’ll leave you to it.” I was about to walk out when he called me.
“Nat, can you pencil in a trip to New York next month please? Jazz and I will be finishing the new track there.“ New track? I didn’t realize he was working on a new song.
“Sure,” I mumbled, frowning at him. He gave me a sexy, lazy smirk before looking away.
“Did you know Alex was working on new material?” I asked Diego when I walked back into the kitchen.
“I know he’s written a few lyrics down. He hasn’t quite got a song yet, but what I’ve seen so far is pretty good.”
“How long has it been since he’s written anything?”
“Years, Nat. It’s been years .” He had a goofy grin on his face, watching me intently.
“Oh, okay.” I tried not to blush, knowing what Diego was getting at. This wasn’t because of me. I did not hold some power over Alex Harbour . That was insane!
“Right, I’ve got to head out for my pedicure. I’ll see you later, Baby Cakes.” What was it with him and Alex and bloody nicknames? Though, I preferred Straight Lace to Baby Cakes. What did that even mean? Babies couldn’t eat cakes. Not young babies, anyway.
“Have fun!” I shouted after him as he grabbed his bag and started to walk out.
“You should come with me next time. You deserve to be pampered.”
“Maybe.” I liked the sound of that. Since I’d arrived in LA, all I’d done was work. An afternoon of relaxation would do me some good.
“I can tell you’ve got something on your mind. Spill.” Alex seemed to be able to read me pretty well lately. Was that a good thing?
“How long have you been writing new material?” We sat at the breakfast bar, eating the chicken and pesto salad I’d made for dinner.
“About a month. Why do you ask?”
“I didn’t realize you were…”
“I’m a rock star. It’s kind of my job,” he chuckled. “Although, I haven’t written my own songs from scratch for years.”
“Since Steel Roses,” I mused, almost in a daydream.
“Yes.” His eyes widened. Shit! Why did I say that? “Were you a Roses fan?”
“I liked some of your songs,” I lied, looking down at my plate. Really, I had been a hardcore groupie with posters all over my room.
“Wow! You were a rock chick. I never would have guessed. I had you down as a boy band kind of girl.” Not him, too? He and Diego had me all wrong.
“Technically, you were a boy band.” I couldn’t help but tease him.
“Like fuck we were. We were a rock band . I wasn’t some pretty boy whose balls hadn’t dropped. I was pure, dirty, hard, rock and roll.” Holding my legs together, I steadied my breathing. He had been pure sex in Steel Roses. Remembering the first time I’d seen them live, I smiled. He’d radiated sexual desire the whole time. I’d never felt a connection from one man on a single stage before. That night, the entire arena surrendered to him the moment he sang the first line to Caged . It had been an incredible evening.
“I don’t remember it that well. Like I said, I only knew a few of your songs. Besides, I was only a teenager when Steel Roses was together.”
“Teenagers were our main fan base. Are you sure there isn’t something you want to tell me?”
“No. Like what?”
“That you’re a secret Steel Roses fan and have been in love with me since you were a teenager.”
“Ha! You wish.” I may have overdone the fit of the giggles as I tried to mask the truth. “My best friend back in London is a huge fan of yours, though.”
“Is that so? Maybe you should invite her over. I’d love to meet her.”
“You really think I’d let you near my best friend?” I snorted.
“It’s your duty as her best friend to make her dream come true. Honestly, what kind of friend are you?” He nudged me playfully.
“I’m a damn good friend by keeping her away from you.”
“Ouch. Why don’t you say
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