Believe me. We're never on the same page though. You know what I mean?”
“I think I do,” I agreed. Her humility, or lack thereof, had us on completely different pages.
“I've decided that I'm done waiting, Nick. I'm done listening to everyone else. I'm going to do what I want with my life.” Her fingers kneaded into my thigh as she worked her way up to my crotch. I must have been what she wanted to do, because her palm pressed into my dick as she nibbled at my earlobe. “I need a man that is all about me. My career. My hopes. My dreams. I think you can be that guy, Nick,” she confessed.
The sound of someone clearing his throat saved me from having to lie to Sadie another time and stopped her from noticing that I was only sporting a half-chub thanks to her comment about me being the guy who could be all about her. I had never been all about anyone but myself. I didn't see that fact changing anytime soon.
“Am I interrupting?” Landry Westwood stood before us, smiling.
“Not at all, man.” I reached to shake his hand, removing myself from Sadie's grasp.
“Hello, Landry.” Sadie smiled up at him. “How are you? Won't you join us?”
For a split second, I saw that fangirl look in her eyes that someone in her position should have been way past. She'd been around celebrities her whole life. Surely she was immune to Landry Westwood's blue-eyed charm.
“Thanks,” he said cautiously. “I actually wanted to stop over and ask Nick a couple questions. I'm working on something new and wanted a fresh prospective. I mean, if that's all right. Like I said before, I don't want to interrupt your evening.”
I really wanted to tell him that it was more than okay, but I knew my place. I was Sadie's guest and boyfriend. I had to let her call the shots, no matter how badly I wanted to work with someone like Landry.
“I don't mind at all.” She grinned, twirling a piece of her auburn hair around her finger. “So I see you've met my boyfriend, Nick.”
“I have.” The news of our sudden relationship didn't seem to faze him.
“He's pretty amazing,” she bragged as if I weren’t sitting right there. “You should hear some of the stuff we are recording. It's going to be my best album yet.” Her end game with Landry was escaping me. Why the hell she felt the need to tell him I was amazing was beyond me—not that I minded the boost.
“That's kind of what I wanted to talk to Nick about. I've got a couple new tracks I'm working on, and my dad can't quit talking about how great you're doing with Sadie.”
“Really?” I was confused. The two brief phone calls and handful of emails I'd shared with Hollace over the last few days had left me thinking he wasn't buying it. I'd forwarded on the tracks that she'd recorded so far and all I got was, “Sounds good” and “Glad she finally agreed to record that one.” Hollace was apparently a man of few words when it came to business.
“Oh, of course you can talk to him, but don't go getting any ideas about stealing my producer away.” She smirked as she scooted out of the booth, stood up, and smoothed out the tiny gold dress she was wearing. She reached across the table and grabbed her matching clutch, giving both Landry and me a full shot of her cleavage. She looked between us as she said, “I'm going to go chat up Sheena Lawson and see when her next album is dropping. Can't have her taking my performance spot at the American Music Awards next year.”
As Sadie sauntered away, Landry finally let the disbelieving look he'd been trying to hide surface.
“Boyfriend, huh? You don't waste any time, do you?”
“Time is money.” I tried to grin, but a strange twisting in my stomach distracted me. What the fuck was that? Surely not guilt. I didn’t have the emotional components necessary to feel guilty about lying to get a job done.
He ran a hand over his head as we both watched her saunter off. “What Sadie Sinclair wants, Sadie Sinclair gets, I
“I think I do,” I agreed. Her humility, or lack thereof, had us on completely different pages.
“I've decided that I'm done waiting, Nick. I'm done listening to everyone else. I'm going to do what I want with my life.” Her fingers kneaded into my thigh as she worked her way up to my crotch. I must have been what she wanted to do, because her palm pressed into my dick as she nibbled at my earlobe. “I need a man that is all about me. My career. My hopes. My dreams. I think you can be that guy, Nick,” she confessed.
The sound of someone clearing his throat saved me from having to lie to Sadie another time and stopped her from noticing that I was only sporting a half-chub thanks to her comment about me being the guy who could be all about her. I had never been all about anyone but myself. I didn't see that fact changing anytime soon.
“Am I interrupting?” Landry Westwood stood before us, smiling.
“Not at all, man.” I reached to shake his hand, removing myself from Sadie's grasp.
“Hello, Landry.” Sadie smiled up at him. “How are you? Won't you join us?”
For a split second, I saw that fangirl look in her eyes that someone in her position should have been way past. She'd been around celebrities her whole life. Surely she was immune to Landry Westwood's blue-eyed charm.
“Thanks,” he said cautiously. “I actually wanted to stop over and ask Nick a couple questions. I'm working on something new and wanted a fresh prospective. I mean, if that's all right. Like I said before, I don't want to interrupt your evening.”
I really wanted to tell him that it was more than okay, but I knew my place. I was Sadie's guest and boyfriend. I had to let her call the shots, no matter how badly I wanted to work with someone like Landry.
“I don't mind at all.” She grinned, twirling a piece of her auburn hair around her finger. “So I see you've met my boyfriend, Nick.”
“I have.” The news of our sudden relationship didn't seem to faze him.
“He's pretty amazing,” she bragged as if I weren’t sitting right there. “You should hear some of the stuff we are recording. It's going to be my best album yet.” Her end game with Landry was escaping me. Why the hell she felt the need to tell him I was amazing was beyond me—not that I minded the boost.
“That's kind of what I wanted to talk to Nick about. I've got a couple new tracks I'm working on, and my dad can't quit talking about how great you're doing with Sadie.”
“Really?” I was confused. The two brief phone calls and handful of emails I'd shared with Hollace over the last few days had left me thinking he wasn't buying it. I'd forwarded on the tracks that she'd recorded so far and all I got was, “Sounds good” and “Glad she finally agreed to record that one.” Hollace was apparently a man of few words when it came to business.
“Oh, of course you can talk to him, but don't go getting any ideas about stealing my producer away.” She smirked as she scooted out of the booth, stood up, and smoothed out the tiny gold dress she was wearing. She reached across the table and grabbed her matching clutch, giving both Landry and me a full shot of her cleavage. She looked between us as she said, “I'm going to go chat up Sheena Lawson and see when her next album is dropping. Can't have her taking my performance spot at the American Music Awards next year.”
As Sadie sauntered away, Landry finally let the disbelieving look he'd been trying to hide surface.
“Boyfriend, huh? You don't waste any time, do you?”
“Time is money.” I tried to grin, but a strange twisting in my stomach distracted me. What the fuck was that? Surely not guilt. I didn’t have the emotional components necessary to feel guilty about lying to get a job done.
He ran a hand over his head as we both watched her saunter off. “What Sadie Sinclair wants, Sadie Sinclair gets, I
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