Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

Guess we were about to find out.

Seven

Bubbles frothed around my neck. Perhaps a bath bomb and bubbles wasn’t the way to go. Then again, I’d never been in such a luxurious tub. Not quite the Pretty Woman size, but I was going with it.

If I was going to be treated to a swanky room for my one-night stand, I damn well better use it.

My first reaction had been to ball up his note and pitch it on my way out the door with a flounce. But I was alone, so the flounce was just stupid.

No sense in wasting me time. Living with my brother didn’t allow for much of it. And I really didn’t need to do the walk of shame just yet. So, tub, my bitchy playlist, and my AirPods it was.

Fuck Rory Ferguson for being such a good lay.

I didn’t want to keep thinking about him. Charlie Puth in my ears certainly didn’t help. Fitting song though. I smoothed the bubbles along my arms and sang about attention and the gossipy nature of a relationship.

Not exactly us. Gossip would require caring about what we did.

And I didn’t.

Time to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I slowly sat up, the bubbles and water flowing over my shoulders. My nipples tightened at the change of temperature.

“You are a sight.”

My eyes popped open. Rory stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, pulling at the sporty collared sweater he was wearing. My gaze raked down over his lean waist to the strong thighs making his jeans way too appealing.

Especially with the obvious bulge showing there as well.

I ducke

d back under the suds. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to hear you butcher Charlie’s song.”

I pulled out my AirPods. “Rude.” He shrugged. Was that a smirk? Ugh, such a shit. “I wasn’t singing for you.”

“Pity. I was still enjoying it.”

“What are you doing here?” All the bubbles I’d been so worried about were suddenly disappearing at a rapid rate. I tried to pull them toward me, but they were dissolving as quickly as I tried to gather them.

“Are you trying to hide from me, ginger fairy?”

“No.”

He stepped into the room and the huge bathroom instantly felt smaller. I wasn’t worldly enough to throw my shoulders back and invite him in. Besides, the water was already getting cold. And I wasn’t sure I wanted another round with him.

Not when he’d left with a note.

Though it was probably more than most women got after a wild night of sex with a stranger. I mean, it was sort of wild. It had certainly been athletic and memorable. At least for me anyway. Probably another day at the office for him.

He took a fluffy towel off the rack and stood at the side of the tub. “I’ve seen everything.”

“It’s different when there’s daylight. And when I’m pruny.”

His eyebrow spiked. “Should I leave then?” He set the towel back on the rack.

I blew the little hairs that had come free from my messy knot out of my face. “Why are you here?”