Beautiful Series Boxset, books 1-4
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“Ahh.” I stare at her open-mouthed, not sure how to respond when I know for a fact that Marcus hasn’t left the country. Hell, he’s barely left my house this past few weeks. Especially since his album wrapped a couple of days ago. I almost called in sick today just to stay in bed with him. The man can fuck even better than he can sing. And he has a beautiful voice.
“Say yes. Please? You can’t still be upset with me.”
“Ahh.” I’m not upset with her. I’m avoiding her because I’ve broken girl code in the worst way possible and I can’t seem to stop myself from doing it over and over and over again—not that Marcus would let me stop seeing him even if I wanted to. That man has decided I’m his port of calm in his whirlwind of a life. And I’m OK with that. Even though it’s feeling increasingly harder to face the fact that soon he’ll be back on the road and I’ll lose him to the groupies. No rock star can stay faithful on the road. Just like no actor can stay faithful on the set…
She puts her hands together and bats her lashes, pleading. “Please.”
I shake my head. “I’m really not in the mood, Sandra.” And going out with her will mean I have to miss out on welcome home from work sex. And I love welcome home from work sex.
“I’m begging here. I miss you, Leis. We haven’t talked properly in almost a month. And I’m worried you’re upset with me.”
“I’m not upset with you, Sandra. I promise. It’s just been a long week and I would like to go home and curl up with a glass of wine.” And a rock star’s face between my thighs.
“But you can have wine with me. There’s this great show on tonight in a tiny little venue that will be right up your alley. The place does dinner and a show, and it’s totally low-key. You’ll be completely comfortable.”
“What kind of music?”
“The main act tonight has a bluesy jazzy kind of sound. I think you’d love what this chick does. She’s completely modernising the genre, and it gives you goosebumps. Please say you’ll come.”
I sigh, feeling that familiar tug at my heartstrings that tells me I’m about to cave in. “Where is it?”
“In the city. I’ll pick you up at 6:30 so you can drink as much wine as you like.”
“Fine,” I concede, lifting a shoulder. “6:30 it is. But I don’t want to be home after midnight, and I need to finish what I’m working on so I can leave on time or I won’t be ready.”
“Done!” She jumps up with an excited squeak, tapping her hands together. “I’ll leave you to it. I can’t wait.” She bounds out of my office, her blonde ponytail swishing as she closes the door.
I wait about five seconds then pull out my phone and text Marcus.
Me: I need you to make yourself scarce tonight. Sandra is coming over.
Marcus: tell her you’re busy.