Needing Arella (Rockers' Legacy Book 6)

“Where do you want to live? Closer to your parents, maybe? Or I think there were a few houses for sale in my parents’ neighborhood. You would only be a few blocks from your aunt Layla and Emmie.” He tenderly grasped my knees and carefully spread my legs as he stepped between them. “But I’m okay with wherever you want to live, babe.”

“I, uh…” Shaking my head to clear it, I frowned up at him. “Is this because the condom broke last night?”

Something flashed in his eyes, and he moved one of his hands to touch my lower stomach. “Shh, don’t talk about that, or I’ll end up fucking your right here. And your sweet little pussy can’t handle any more right now.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over mine in a barely there kiss. “But to answer your question, this has nothing to do with the fact that I spent the entire night filling you with my come. I want to live with you. Wake up beside you every morning. Fall asleep with you in my arms every damn night. Hear your giggles in every room. Smell your scent on every surface. See your things touching mine in our closet.”

The mental pictures he was painting in my mind had me melting. I liked this fantasy he was creating of us living together, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust it. Maybe he wanted that now, but what about when he got bored?

The bathroom was filling with steam, and I gave him a tight smile as I pushed at his bare chest. “Let’s revisit this conversation later,” I suggested as I hopped down from the sink. My entire body protested the quick movement, but I bit back my groan of discomfort and kissed his chin. “My brain isn’t completely awake, and I think I need to concentrate hard for a discussion this important.”

He caught my hair in his hand and wrapped it around his wrist, tugging my head back so he could kiss me as deep and for as long as he wanted. Moaning, I melted against him, my nails biting into his chest and marking him yet again.

Lifting his head, he released my hair and swatted me on the ass. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this conversation that easily, baby. We will be talking about it again. Today, if I have my way.”

Rolling my eyes, I walked into the shower to the sound of his deep laugh as he left the bathroom.

I got to the studio only slightly late, which, for me, was considerably early. When I walked into the makeup artist’s room, her eyes grew round with surprise. “Are you that excited for the last day, dear?” the fifty-four-year-old woman who had been doing my hair and makeup for the past three years asked with a sad smile as I took my seat.

“Yes and no,” I answered honestly. Sue had heard me bitch enough about my character to know I wasn’t going to miss this show all that much once it was officially over. But she knew I would miss her and some of the other crew, although my fellow costars were definitely not on the list of people I wanted to hang out with in the future.

From the doorway, I heard a throat clearing, and I lifted my gaze to the mirror to find Jordan walking into the room. Sue turned, and I watched her eyes widen when she took in the sight of Jordan Moreitti.

“Sue, this is Jordan, my…” I bit my lip, unsure what exactly we were.

“Arella’s boyfriend,” he supplied, offering the woman his hand with that killer grin that never failed to make any member of the opposite sex weak in the knees. “Nice to meet you, Sue. Arella has told me so many good things about you over the years.”

He was right about that, at least. I had praised my makeup artist from the first time I’d met her. Sue was the best. She could make the blond wig I had to wear look so natural, and my makeup always transformed me into someone I didn’t even recognize. It was fascinating how a little makeup could make a person look so different when applied in certain ways. Sue had been working in the business since she was eighteen. She was so talented it was kind of scary the way she made me look so unlike my normal self.

Sue blushed, falling for Jordan effortlessly. It wasn’t that I was jealous of Sue. With her gray-kissed blond hair and rounded curves, she was not only decades older than him, but very much not Jordan’s type. Yet it irritated the hell out of me that he was turning on the charm and causing yet more of the female population to fall at his feet in worship. All while declaring himself my boyfriend.

Deciding to ignore him before I got pissed and started an argument with him, I pulled out my new phone and texted Palmer, asking her if she wanted to have lunch with me later.

Palmer: Wish I could. My mother wants to have a meeting.

I gritted my teeth, disliking Veronica Abbot even more. Usually when Palmer’s mom said she wanted to have a meeting, what she meant was she wanted to set up her daughter with some random guy she hoped would cure Palmer of her homosexuality.

Me: Call me later and tell me how that goes. Maybe we can get together this weekend.

Palmer: Defs, bestie. xo

Sue finally stopped gushing over Jordan and came over to do my hair. I sat back, but my stomach started growling, and I wished I’d asked Jordan to stop at my favorite coffee shop on the way to the studio earlier. My stomach felt empty, and the single cup of coffee I’d had back at Jordan’s apartment was not nearly enough to keep me functioning until lunchtime.

Jordan walked over to the makeup chair I was sitting in. Leaning back against the vanity where all Sue’s brushes and makeup were spread out, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a long appraisal.

“What?” I asked when he just stood there, watching me.

Sighing heavily, he pulled his phone from his pants pocket and started typing. “Skinny vanilla latte and a vanilla bean scone?”

My stomach growled, making him smirk without lifting his gaze from his screen. “My assistant will be here momentarily with your breakfast. I apologize I didn’t think to stop and feed you on the way.”

“Adam?” The only assistant I knew he had was Adam, who worked with him in Italy. I’d never spoken to the guy personally, but I had heard him in the background a few times whenever Jordan called me from work in the past.

“No,” Jordan told me as he pocketed his phone. “My replacement inherited Adam. I’m not happy that I have to get used to someone else, but so far, Taylor has kept my life pretty organized.”

“Taylor,” I repeated the name, trying to sit still so Sue could do her job without pulling me bald in the process, while also attempting to keep the sudden flare of jealousy out of my voice and off my face. That name was too unisex for me to know if it was a woman or a man. “You’ve been home like two minutes. When did you hire a new assistant?”

“I didn’t. My mother did it for me.” His phone buzzed with a new text, and he pulled it out. “I have a meeting in an hour or so for a potential project I want to work on, so she was on her way.” He lifted his gaze from the screen. “They are out of vanilla bean scones. Blueberry muffin?”

“Just the coffee is fine.” I turned my attention to my own phone in hopes of keeping my emotions out of my expression.