Page 20 of Heartbreaker

Chapter 8

Ashley

Taking a step back from him, “What did you just call me?” I ask. I want to believe he called me something else, but it really sounded like Tinkerbell.

Jackson looks at me, and I can see the worry all over his face. “Nothing, I said you undo me,” he says taking a step closer to me, and instinctively I take one back. I think I need a moment to let my head register what’s happening.

My sexy singer is this guy, the guy that I thought was gay, the guy that is so freaking hot no man should look like him. All my conversations with Sexy Singer have been with him, and then I remember that last message he sent me, ‘May the best man win’. He knew he would win either way, because it was the same guy I was talking too.

Then the light bulb flicks on in my head and I feel an evil giggle bubble up my throat. Taking a step closer to him, I wrap my arms around him. “I think we should go find Taylor before she comes looking for us,” I say, standing next to him. I see him frown at me slightly as if confused by my mixed signals. Good, that’s the least of what he is going to feel.

Locking his hand with mine, we start walking, I glance over at him through the corner of my eye. I look around the park to see if I can see Taylor. “She’s over there.” Jackson points to them.

“I’m just going to get a beer,” I tell him, and he looks at me for a moment. “I won’t be long, I promise she doesn’t bite,” I say giving him a smile. I walk over to the stall, as Jackson walks over to Taylor and Corey, I smile to myself and take out my phone.

Ashley: Thought I would see what you’re up today. I’m on my date with that guy I was telling you about.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I look up at Jackson on his phone. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I wait until I reach the group before I look at it. I curl my hand in Jacksons and smile. Taylor jumps on Corey’s back and starts kissing his neck, she loves her PDA. “How long you guys staying?” I ask them.

“Not long, you?” Taylor asks.

I shake my head. “I’ve just got an email, someone wants to pick up something from the shop tomorrow afternoon, so now I have to start making them,” I tell them. If I leave for no reason Jackson’s going to know he’s messed up, and I think I want to play this for a little bit.

“You want me to drop you off?” Jackson asks.

“Well I hope so, you brought me,” I reply laughing at him. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder he pulls me in closer to him. “If you're okay with going now, we can leave,” I say, looking up at him.

“Sure,” he answers. I give Taylor a hug and start walking with Jackson back to his car. Pulling my phone out I read the message.

Sexy Singer: How is the date going? Are you thinking about me yet?

I can’t help but smile.

Ashley: I’m texting you. That should give you an idea of how my date is going!

I watch Jackson place his hand on his jeans pocket, before pulling his phone out. I need to get to the shop before I start laughing and give away what I’m doing. My phone vibrates, but I ignore it.

“Did you have a good time?” I ask him as we walk through the streets.

“Yes, did you?” he asks.

I look over to the other side as I hear a group of girls laughing about something. “I love coming to music festivals, so I always enjoy myself.” I stop and turn to him, let the game begin I think to myself. “But it was nicer with you,” I say. I’m not lying to him, I really did enjoy myself with him. He’s is funny and sweet and easy to be around; his touch makes my skin sizzle in all the right places.

“I had a great time with you, too. So am I pushing it with a second date, like at a restaurant?” he asks, taking a quick look at me and giving me the cheekiest grin with his dimple showing.

“I would love too,” I answer and take my phone out to see what he had texted back to me.

Sexy Singer: Why? Is it not going well?

Putting my phone away as we stop outside the shop. “I can drop you off at home if you want?” Jackson says turning to me.

“You have. I live in the apartment above the shop.” I point to the top of the shop. “Plus I do have to get started on the order for the morning.” Walking over to his car, I lean back on it, as Jackson stands in front of me.

Taking a step closer to me, his places his hands on my waist. “So how about dinner tomorrow night?” he asks. As he brings his lips closer to me, I feel his hot breath tickling my lips.

“I have something on tomorrow, but I’m free the day after,” I whisper as he moves his lips closer to me. It’s taking all my willpower not to wrap my legs around him and let him take me up to my room, because God, he’s smoking hot.

“It’s a date.” Pushing his lips into mine, my hands move around his neck as I open up for him, he bucks his body against mine, and an involuntary moan leaves my lips.