He jogs to the treadmills and picks up his t-shirt and phone. He puts on his t-shirt and I don’t miss the view of his muscles.Nope. Mr. Life Controller can have as sexy of muscles as he wants. It doesn’t matter to me.
“Watch the video all the way to the end.” He tries handing me his phone but I don’t move.
“I am not watching the video. I saw enough.”
He sighs. “You obviously didn’t see enough.” I narrow my eyes and spit daggers out of them at him. He doesn’t bleed or fall to his death. My daggers must be malfunctioning.
“Songbird, listen to me. I’m famous.”
Does he think he’s helping his cause by claiming he’s famous? He’s not. “La-dee-da for you.”
He cringes. “I’m not a celebrity or anything, but I’m well known. My agent insists I post on my social channels once a day. Daily posting is part of my sponsorship contracts.”
A bit of my ire falls away. “It is?”
“Unfortunately. I honestly didn’t think this would bother you. I posted a video of a group of us atBootleggerthe other night. You were singing in the background.”
“In the background?”
“Here.”
This time, when he offers me his phone, I accept it. The video is already cued up and I click play. The video begins with Gage and his friends entering the bar. He pans the room until the stage comes into view. There are a few seconds of me singing before the camera moves away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t watch the whole video before.”
He smirks. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m not cleaning the puke out of your clothes from yesterday.”
“No need. I threw those clothes away.”
“Phew. Because they stank.”
“Why don’t you spend the day with me?”
“I should…” I trail off since I have no idea what I should be doing today. It’s my day off, and I don’t have to watch the kids since Mom is managing them today.
“We’ll hang out on the beach. Have fruity drinks with umbrellas in them. It’ll be fun.”
A day on the beach, ignoring my responsibilities, is my idea of heaven. But I can’t give in too easily. I can’t let Gage think he has any control over me.
“Fine.”
He grins. “Fine?”
I nod and he lifts me in the air with a whoop. “This is going to be awesome!”
Awesome isn’t the word I’d use. A day on the beach with Gage topless? Maybe awesome is the correct word after all.
Chapter 14
I’ve had tougher defenses.
Gage
Ismile down at Addy. I want to kiss her. I want to taste her lush mouth, her wild taste. But I am keenly aware of the groupies observing us from the other side of the glass wall.
The owner of the resort promised us privacy from paparazzi. But he couldn’t make promises about the other hotel guests. Everyone’s been respectful but it doesn’t stop the women – married or not – from congregating in the hallway outside the gym every morning.
