“That’s Courteney Clarke,” he said. “Her brother’s this killer, large-time record producer Summer wants us to work with. Even Summer can’t get Cary Clarke out to party with her, so she’s working any angle she can to try to get to him.”
I had no idea who Cary Clarke was, so I wasn’t sure how far-fetched a goal that might be for someone like DJ Summer. “Will she succeed?”
“I doubt it. But try telling her that.”
“I won’t,” I said.
“Honestly, I just put in some small talk with Courteney to make Summer happy.”
“Hmm. Is she even old enough to be in the bar? She kinda looks like she’s in high school.”
“I don’t think so. But close.” He studied me. “You okay?” I took that to mean,You jealous?
“I’m great,” I told him. “Just… making sure.”
“Making sure of what?”
I sighed. “That you’re not the kind of guy who’d want to leave me thinking you picked up some other girl on your way out of the bar after we had a fight.”
“I’m not that kind of guy,” he said.
“Carter is,” I said quietly.
“Danica…”
“Please believe me when I say I am never getting back together with him. And… you’re the only guy I want to celebrate my birthday with.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Thought you didn’t like celebrating your birthday at all.”
“For you? I’d put up with it. Especially if there’s cake.” Then I kissed him again, my lips lingering on his. “Come back to the bar with me. Please.”
“Okay,” he said, but we just stood there, kissing. “Do we have to, though…?”
“Yeah. I mean, eventually…?”
“Shit,” he said, his voice all husky. “We need privacy. I want you naked right now.”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t even think; his kisses had fogged up my brain.
But hell, yes. I wanted to be naked with him. I wanted him inside me.
Right now.
Forget the damn bar.
We needed makeup sex.
“My place is like six blocks,” he murmured against my lips. “I was just gonna storm home…”
“Yeah. Sorry I interrupted your tantrum.”
He smirked, his lips curling against mine. “Think this place has some beds, though, right upstairs…”
“Then let’s get one.”
He grinned, deposited me on the armchair again and headed over to the front desk. Sure, we were about to rent a hotel room so we could fuck… but the gesture felt romantic as hell.
It was areallynice hotel.
