Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar)(6)

“I guess you’ve noticed I made a few changes,” she smiled.

My dad drifted to the back of the room, and I decide I have no reason to be aloof to Roxie. I already like her more than I expected, and I feel guilty for disliking her before meeting her.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to meet you,” I apologize, ducking my head with embarrassment. “You’re not what I expected at all.” I twist my hands nervously in my lap, and wish that I had painted my nails.

Roxie laughs again; and it's a throaty, refined sound.

“Don’t worry,” she says waving her hand, “I know I’m not your father’s usual type.”

“You do?” I ask, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. I really don’t want to talk about Daddy’s idiot exes. Miffy was the absolute worst. She didn’t even hide her greed for Daddy’s money, and she was two years younger than me.

“So, your father says you sing?”

Roxie is only being friendly, but I take a big sip of Coke and nod my head, hoping that it will end there.

“You know, my son sings, and he could really use another female singer for his band.”

I plaster a smile on my face, and shake my head. I hate favors from my father, and I hate them even more when they come from strangers. I don’t want Roxie to ruin the fact that I like her.

“Well, maybe if you just let me tell you a little about him,” she begins, but I cut her off.

“Thanks, Roxie. I really appreciate it, but I’m trying to make it on my own. Everyone is struggling in LA, so I doubt your son could help me that much anyway.”

My dad guffaws in the corner, and I shoot him a dirty look. I don’t know what is so damn funny. Why the hell did I even come here tonight?

Roxie gives me an indulging smile, and it seems like she and my dad share a private joke.

This is bullshit.

“Actually,” Roxie says, tilting her head, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’m certain he could help you.”

I jump up, and slam my Coke glass down. I know I’m being dramatic and Roxie is only trying to help, but after the day I’ve had, I’m not interested.

“Annabelle,” my dad says sternly, and I think he’s about to reprimand me. “Roxie is only telling you this because her son is coming to dinner too. I actually haven’t met him yet.”

Oh, great. I’m supposed to spend the night with another wannabe singer?

No, thank you.

“Roxie, it was great to meet you. I mean that,” I say, smiling at her, “but I don’t think I’m up for dinner tonight. Please forgive me. I would love to see you again, though.”

Roxie looks put out and she stands up too.

“Please stay,” she says, looking contrite.

“I’m sorry.”

I walk over and give Daddy a quick kiss on the cheek. He looks just as surprised as Roxie at my sudden departure.

“Annabelle,” he pleads.

But I turn on my heel and I brush my perfectly styled hair out of my face, and flee from the room. I'm in such a hurry that I don’t even notice the figure walking into the room and I smack into it with full force.

“Ow! What the hell!” I cry, bouncing back.

I hear a deep, throaty laugh, and my mind processes the source of the sound.

I stumble back and glare at the offending person.

Holy shit.

Not only am I standing before an absolute sex god...I am looking at none other than the Dom Dresden.

Dom Fucking Dresden.

“Excuse me,” he purrs in his throaty voice, and I drink him in like I’m dying of thirst.

My body instantly responds to this beautiful man, and my insides clench in a delicious and tantalizing way.

He’s taller than me by a whole foot, and he has that same wild black hair that I’ve seen on the cover of countless magazines. It’s a little longer than I’ve seen pictures of, and it hangs in his face a bit. I have the sudden urge to reach out and brush it from his eyes.

His eyes.

They smolder at me, greener in person than in pictures, and they are hazy yet sharp as he takes me in. He has a few days of stubble on his face, but it doesn’t distract from his kissable lips. I have to force myself to get a grip.

Because not only is Dom Dresden hotter than fucking hot, but he is just my type.

My old type.

And all of a sudden, I can’t catch my breath.

“Dominic!” Roxie exclaims happily, and I step aside, as if in a dream, as I watch Dom hug his mother.

Who happens to be my father’s fiancé.

Holy flying fuck.

“Hey Mom,” he says.

As he gives Roxie a tight hug I notice his eyes are still on me, and I try to remember what I’m wearing.

Oh, right, I’ve dressed up today, thank God.