บททั้งหมดของ Dionysus Rising ( A Rockstar Romance) books 1-3: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Celia Men were assholes. All of them.Lazy, big-headed assholes and my boss, Erik, was the biggest asshole of them all. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true, but I was mad at him.Yawning, I stretched my arms high above my head and my back cracked.Erik wasn’t an asshole, not really. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t appear to know I existed outside of my role as the person who fetched his coffee, ran his errands, and filed his papers so people could actually find them. For almost two years I’d been working for him, and I felt no nearer to my goals than I had done when I had started as an unpaid intern.At least he paid me now; it was the only thing that kept me in the job. I loved the band, and working with the likes of Dionysus Rising was a dream come true, but being around Erik all day, every day, being totally in love with him when he didn’t even look my way, was crushing my soul.I just didn’t get it. I was attractive. At least, I thought I was. I’d never had any complaints, and I

knock on the door. Frowning, I stared at it for a second. I hadn’t ordered breakfast even though I was starving because I had been so focused on getting settled, so I had no idea who it could be.Reaching into my case, I pulled the first item of clothing I touched over my head and went to the door.Louis stood on the other side of it. His blond hair was as bright and artfully mussed as it always was. “Louis?” I took a step back without meaning to. Truthfully, I was shocked that he was at my door after literally dismissing me only an hour earlier. He stepped in uninvited, his eyes sweeping around the room before he kicked the door shut. “You look surprised to see me?” He cocked his head to the side, and this time he didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes travelled up my legs. Not like earlier, when he had been assessing my appearance when he thought I wasn’t looking. Nervously, I tugged down the short T-shirt an inch.“Were you expecting someone else?” The tip of his tongue came o

Celia There was a warm and very hairy leg trapped between both of mine.I froze, and my eyes flew open. For a second I could do nothing but blink up at the ceiling and try to piece together what the hell had happened last night. I could vaguely recall drinking tequila shots in the bar and some kind of piggyback ride back to the villa. I was fairly sure I had tried to carry Louis on my back at one point.Louis.Slowly, because I almost didn’t want to discover the owner of the muscled leg between my calves, I turned my head. He was facing me, his too-bright hair messed up and his face completely slack.Oh. Shit.Snapping my eyes back to the ceiling, I took a deep breath. What the hell had happened last night when we got back that meant I woke up tangled in bed with Louis Michaelson? He was my damn boss. Kind of.And a giant man whore.God, what if we hadn’t been careful? What if he had given me something? Or I ended up pregnant? The last thing I needed was… I didn’t let myself finish

CeliaLouis was oddly quiet.The life and soul of the party finally had nothing to say, and I knew why. Well, I had a sneaky suspicion why: the conversation I had heard him have with Erik out in the hallway.It had seemed heated, and Erik had sounded jealous.I felt my lips curve up into a smile as I hung the last dress on a hanger and slid it in next to Louis’ clothes. He had a lot of them, and he had brought more clothes for a few days' holiday than I had owned in my entire life. It just went to prove how different we were. Yes, we ran in the same circles, but we weren't the same.We weren't even close to being the same.“Don't smile like that.”Turning my head to him, I felt the smile start to slip. “Like what?” Genuinely confused, I tried to face him and he scowled right back, motioning to my face with his hand like that made sense of what he said. “What's wrong with my face, Louis?” Pursing my lips, I studied him.“Nothing is wrong with your face, just don't smile like that. The

Ripping the swimsuit off my shoulders, I had it around my waist and was just about to push it down my legs so I could change into something more suitable for work when the door of the room opened and closed behind me.Whirling around with my arms covering my naked chest, I scowled at Louis.“Don't you knock?” It was more than anger that made my face so hot. I had cum a few minutes ago, a little orgasm because of the friction between our bodies. In front of Erik. I had wanted to make him jealous, and I knew that meant I had to kiss Louis to make it believable, but what had just happened wasn't part of the plan. Louis stood there, looking every bit the rockstar even in his brightly coloured shorts. His chest was tanned, and it made the silver ring hanging from his nipple stand out. My eyes seemed to be glued to that nipple. “Not usually for my own room, no,” he answered quietly, his eyes glued to my face and not my chest, like I expected them to be, and his face was unreadable. “You a