Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) (7 page)

“Yeah, I’ve never seen him with the same
girl twice. In fact, I think that’s a policy of his.” Lena shrugged.

“Damn.” I cursed and Lena looked at me
questioningly. “I mean, this is going to complicate things. You know we’re
going to portray Alex as single on the show?”

Lena nodded. “Yeah. I kind of figured. I
actually had to talk him into doing this. I don’t want to stand in the way of
his career. I trust him. I’m really scared, but if I don’t trust him, we’re
never going to be able to make a relationship work out long term. This is what
he does. Music means everything to him. It’s who he is and I can’t take that
away from him.”

I bit my cynical tongue. I had done a lot
of research in preparation for this tour. I had seen some of the crazy stuff
written about Alex on the internet. Girls were crazy for him - for the whole
band, for that matter. Long-term monogamous relationships didn’t seem to stand
a chance in hell. I prayed that I wouldn’t be documenting the downfall of their
relationship.

***

Six grueling hours later, filming was
wrapped. I had tons of footage to pour through to find two minutes worth of
perfect clips. The band had worked well together, they were constantly arguing
or ribbing each other, but there was no malicious undertone lurking beneath the
surface and their different personalities played well off each other. I was
excited; the key dynamics to make this show a success were all available to me.
I just had to expertly tap the source and I could lure out a fantastic story; I
had no doubt.

The guys had all worked hard, so I had
dismissed them as soon as the photographer had snapped his last photos. I told
the band that I would see them next week at their opening venue and said my
goodbyes as they headed out.

Unfortunately for me, I would have to
stay several more hours while the equipment was broken down and loaded. Some
people in my position might have felt it beneath them to stick around, but in
the end I was the one responsible for everything, so I would stay until it was
completed.

It would be getting dark in a few hours,
but the crew didn’t look to be in too much of a hurry. I pulled a protein bar
out of my purse and hunkered down with my phone and laptop to get some work
done while I waited for the crew to painstakingly pack up.

I had been engrossed in answering e-mails
for some time when I finally noticed that the sun was sinking low in the sky. I
looked around. All the equipment had been loaded into the vans and the beach
was deserted. All that remained of the shoot were the canopies. I glanced up
towards the parking lot and could see two guys from the crew having a smoke
next to their van. I sighed with relief; at least they hadn’t left the tents behind
as I had first thought. Hopefully, they would finish up soon.

I slid my laptop into my briefcase and
stood. The tents had been emptied out.
Maybe I could start taking them down on
my own to speed up the process?
The wardrobe tent wasn’t huge; I could
possibly dismantle it myself. I walked over to the small tent and lifted the
flap to check that all the racks had been cleared out of it.

Hot damn!
I gasped with surprise as I took in the
sight before me- a perfect male body squeezed into a skin-tight wetsuit. His
back was towards me, but I knew this wasn’t Tommy because the hair was too
dark.
It was Tyler
. And my eyes couldn’t help but wander down his tight
body and linger on the contours of his ass, which were showcased perfectly by
the wetsuit.

“My fingers are so fucking numb, I can’t
get this suit off. Those gloves were too big –” He glanced over his
shoulder and stopped talking when he saw me.

I finally got my mouth to work. “Oh,
sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here. I’ll just get out of your way…”

He turned fully and faced me. “No, wait.
I thought you were Tommy. I guess he’s still out there. Two hours was more than
enough for me. I’m pretty sure hypothermia is starting to set in. I need some
help getting out of this suit. My fingers don’t seem to be working.”

I felt a flash of concern. “Hypothermia?
Do you think you need some medical attention?”

He shook his head. “No. I just need to
get into dry clothes and I’ll be fine. Can you just pull this zipper down for
me?”

I swallowed nervously. Why did the
thought of pulling down the zipper on his wetsuit get me so hot and bothered?
It’s not like I hadn’t spent hours today staring at his bare chest, pretending
I was watching the shoot when I had really been gawking at his body.

“Sure.” I stepped fully into the small
tent and slid behind him. Trying to act casual while my heart raced a mile a
minute, I tugged at the long cord attached to the zipper. I watched the muscles
bunching in his back as I slowly pulled down the zipper inch by inch. I studied
the tattoo on his right shoulder that curled partially down his side as it was gradually
revealed.

When I realized I was unzipping him a
little too leisurely, caught up in uncovering his body to my feasting eyes, I
yanked the cord abruptly the rest of the way. “There. Isn’t the wetsuit
supposed to keep you dry? It looks wet inside.”

Tyler turned to me. “Thanks. Water can
get in, especially when you dive through the waves. But this isn’t my suit, so
it doesn’t fit me perfectly.”

I beg to differ
. Even though the zipper on his wetsuit was
down, it was still molded to his body like a second skin. I could see the
outline of his rock hard abs through the neoprene, and I wondered what other
treasures the wetsuit revealed.
Don’t do it, Katie.
I fought like hell
not to let my eyes wander any lower down the suit.

My eyes flew to his face just as I felt
the heat of a blush spreading across my cheeks. I had resisted the urge to
check out his package, but just the thought of what I might see made my pulse
race.

Tyler tried to shrug his shoulders loose.
“Can you just pull down on the front of this? Don’t touch the outside material
– it’ll get damaged. Pull from the inside.”

“Oh. Okay.” I reached up and gathered the
material by his neck and began to peel the slippery layer forward over his
shoulders. Damn, this felt erotic. I was stripping a rock star.

I pulled the wetsuit forward and began
exposing his chest as he tugged his arms through the sleeves, leaving them
inside out. When his arms were freed, I dropped the top of the wetsuit and
stepped back secretly enjoying the up close and personal view I was getting.

Tyler held up his fingers, flexing them.
“My fingers are still numb. Just pull it down some more so I can peel it off. I
need to get out of this thing.”

I was beginning to feel slightly
ridiculous stripping him down, but I figured I would look like a complete prude
if I refused. I had already seen him in his swimsuit, so what was the big deal?
And I had to admit to myself, I sure wouldn’t mind getting a better look at
that body of his. As long as he didn’t catch me…

I had to stoop over to grab the top of
the wetsuit and my face ended up inches from his tight 6-pack. If I had stuck
my tongue out, I could have tasted him. I tried to clear my head of its naughty
thoughts and began tugging the wetsuit down. Slowly, the material gave way.

I was struggling to work it down because my
bent position was really awkward. If I wanted to continue, I had to get down on
my knees in front of him. I knelt down and immediately felt a surge of pure
arousal.
My God
. I was inches from his
bulge
. The one I tried so
hard not to look at before. Like I was about to give him a blowjob. I glanced
up. “Are you sure you can’t pull the rest off yourself?”

His eyes were half closed as he watched
me.
Was he in hypothermic shock or something? “
Are you okay, Tyler? We’d
better get this off you fast and get you warmed up.”

I reapplied myself to the task at hand,
but my momentary worry was soon forgotten. I had already returned to drooling
over his perfect body again. I tugged the suit lower and my stomach clenched as
his navel was revealed, then the dark sprinkling of hair leading to –
well, yeah. It slowly slid down past his hips revealing the tattoo that I had
seen peeking out of the top of his swim trunks earlier at the shoot.

As I focused on finding out what the
mystery tattoo was, the fabric was getting closer to revealing the package
behind the bulge.
The bulge that looked suspiciously larger than before.
My eyes narrowed warily. I was pulling his wetsuit down obscenely low and there
was still no hint of a swimsuit.

I abruptly stopped pulling. “What are you
wearing under this?”

“Uh, nothing.” He sounded so calm.

I jumped up. “What! You’re naked under
there and you have me peeling this thing off you?”

He grinned devilishly. “You’re doing a
great job. Don’t stop now.”

I crossed my arms. “Tyler! I get it.
Really. You’re used to women undressing you and falling all over you. But,
that’s not going to happen here. So let’s get this straight - right here, right
now. I’m not interested in you. And I’m not going to have sex with you. Ever. Besides
the fact that we have a professional relationship to maintain, you’re just not
my type.”
Was I trying to convince him or myself?

His eyebrow rose questioningly. “And what
type am I exactly?”

“You’re a rock star. You act just the way
people expect you to act. You go through women like it’s your job. I’m not
judging you, but I’m certainly not interested in becoming another notch in your
belt. I’m not attracted to men who behave like that.”

The easy smile slipped from his face. “And
you think I’m like that?”

“Are you telling me you aren’t?” I
challenged right back.

Tyler shrugged. “Don’t you ever have sex
just for fun? Why does it have to be so fucking serious?”

I was feeling a bit defensive, but I
wanted him to understand me, too. “Because I have a bit of self-respect. But you
don’t have to worry about my sex life, I have plenty of ‘fun’ sex. I just
choose not to have sex with men who’ll chase any piece of ass in sight.”

Tyler’s eyebrow arched derisively. “What
kind of men do you have sex with then? Virgins?”

Why was he making me feel like my choices
were wrong? I was the mature one here. “No, I sleep with men that I’m attracted
to and who can keep me satisfied. Men who put some effort into it; men who want
me and pursue me because they care enough. That’s the kind of man I want in my
bed and then, believe me, it’s all well worth it for them.”

Tyler’s eyes were like hard pieces of
black coal. “Sorry, I’m not like that, babe.”

There had been a tiny flicker of hope
that he would have protested more. That he would have tried to convince me that
I was different from other women. Special. Someone worth pursuing. Obviously,
that wasn’t the case.

I sighed. “No kidding. That’s why I would
never sleep with you.”

He turned his head, but not before I
could see that he was angry. “Can you grab my jeans?” He pointed to the pile of
clothes near my feet.

I picked up his jeans and tossed them to
him, all the while desperately wanting to take back my crazy lecture.

He tugged hard at his wetsuit. I turned
away just as it slipped down past his hips. “I guess I’ll see you soon. Later,
Katie.”

It was too late. “Bye, Tyler.” I ducked
through the flap of the tent and onto the darkening beach.

Damn, I had hurt his feelings while
delivering that condescending, judgmental and probably insulting speech. All in
an effort to- what? Put up a huge barrier between us so I wouldn’t embarrass
myself with my shallow attraction to him? Disguise the fact that I wanted to
sleep with him for utterly superficial reasons and felt ashamed for feeling that
way?

Well, if I was worried about ruining my
professional reputation or even getting my heart broken by Tyler Matthews, I
didn’t have to worry any longer. After the little hissy fit I just displayed, I
was sure that all chances of getting to know Tyler more intimately had been
forever dashed. I had accomplished my mission, and it depressed me more than I
cared to admit.

Tyler rolled over in bed, covering his
head with the pillow, but the god awful banging in his head wouldn’t stop.
What
the fuck did he do last night?

His plane had been late landing in
Toronto the day before. Scott had hired a new security team for this tour and Tyler
had met up with his personal bodyguard at the airport. On the way to the hotel,
he called Tommy and found out that he was already out partying at some club.

When they got to the trendy club, he and
his bodyguard were immediately whisked inside. Tommy was mobbed by Cold Fusion
fans and people who were hoping to get filmed on the new show, Rock Star
Diaries. Everyone was looking for their 15 minutes of fame. The crowd got even crazier
when Tyler showed up.

At first everything was great. Tyler
loved being in the spotlight, surrounded by hundreds of adoring fans. But he
gradually started noticing that everything seemed a little bit off. He began to
realize that a lot of these people didn’t know anything about him at all.