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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.
Chapter 6
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.
One hot girl that he was paying special
attention to couldn’t even remember that he was the lead singer. She kept
mentioning something about how she would love his fingers to stroke her like he
stroked the guitar. Then she called him Alex. It was starting to piss him off.
When that powerful high that he always felt
from being in the spotlight started dimming, even while surrounded by fawning
people, he became worried. He downed a few more shots and tried to brush it off
as anxiety. It was probably just a general
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.
Chapter 6
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.
One hot girl that he was paying special
attention to couldn’t even remember that he was the lead singer. She kept
mentioning something about how she would love his fingers to stroke her like he
stroked the guitar. Then she called him Alex. It was starting to piss him off.
When that powerful high that he always felt
from being in the spotlight started dimming, even while surrounded by fawning
people, he became worried. He downed a few more shots and tried to brush it off
as anxiety. It was probably just a general
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