7
Liam held on to my hand as he led me to one of the sofas on the far side of the private lounge.
"You really do want to get me alone," I only half-joked.
"Just want some privacy," he said.
All my senses tingled.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to put the moves on you," he said.
A small, traitorous part of me felt a sting of disappointment.
"I wanted to talk to you about the details of the tour," he continued.
We took our seats on a sofa. I sat in the corner. Liam sat in the middle next to me.
"What do you want to know?" I asked him.
"When exactly do we start? Which cities will we be playing in? Do you have the set list confirmed yet?"
He peppered me with question after question. Maybe he really did want to talk shop.
"You really just want to know about the set list?" I asked.
He nodded. "I need to make sure I know all the songs before our first show."
"Most of them will be from our new album," I warned. "We won't be doing a lot of our old indie stuff. That's mostly what you know, right?"
"Good thing I'm a quick learner," Liam quipped.
"You better be. We've got more than a dozen new songs for you to memorize."
That familiar heated smirk crept across his lips. Liam shifted closer to me on the sofa.
"I suppose we'll have to work very closely together, won't we?" he said.
I braced myself against the cushions. "You ever heard of a thing called personal space?"
"I've heard of it." That smirk didn't falter.
"I thought you wanted to talk about work."
"We did," he said. "Now it's time to get to know one another."
"You've been following my career," I said. "You should already know everything about me."
"I don't want to know about Cerise, lead singer of Cherry Lips," he said. "I want to know about Cerise, the girl who choked on her water the first time she laid eyes on me."
I pressed my lips together firmly at the hint of laughter in his eyes. "It's not my fault you appeared out of nowhere like a ghost."
"Don't lie," he said. "You were mesmerized by my raw sex appeal, weren't you?"
I suppressed a snort of laughter. "Raw sex appeal? You really do think highly of yourself."
He shrugged easily. "I saw you eyeing me."
"I did," I agreed. "I distinctly remember thinking you were cute."
