Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar)(7)

Dom is dressed just how I imagined he would be, in tight black jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt with a black scarf. Not a girly hipster black scarf, but a Steven Tyler type of scarf. It works for him.

I feel my heart pounding against my rib cage and I know I need to get out of here fast. Not only so I can process this bizarre connection, but before I do anything stupid.

Not that Dom Dresden would ever in a million years be interested in me, but the last thing I need to do right now is make even more of a fool of myself.

“Dominic, this is Annabelle, Cliff’s daughter.”

I smile stupidly, and a slow, sexy grin spreads across Dom’s face as he rakes his hand through his hair.

“I was just going,” I manage to say, and I give him a lame wave as I hurry out of the room. In my haste, I miss the step leading up into the hallway, and I cry out in surprise before I fall flat on my face.





Chapter Three



Dom



I hurry over to Cliff’s daughter after she trips and sprawls spectacularly across the shiny hardwood floor. But not before I get a good look at her ass and creamy thighs as she goes flying. One thing is for sure – this girl has a killer bod.

My mom and Cliff hurry over, and I grasp the girl by her arms and help pull her up. She’s hot.

It’s not just her body, but her face is gorgeous, too. She’s not a brown paper bag kinda girl. That’s what we call the groupies with hot bodies, but ugly faces. They’re good to fuck though...if you put a brown paper bag over their head.

This girl is dressed all fancy, and her hair is all shiny, and I can’t help but take a whiff of her.

She smells good, too.

Like lemons and mint.

I can’t help myself as I look at her ample tits, and I notice her scowl when she catches my eyes. I grin impishly and shrug. If she doesn’t want her tits ogled, then she shouldn’t put those puppies on display.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she says tightly. She yanks her arm from my grasp, and straightens her dress.

Oh. She’s an uptight princess.

Her skin is flushed, and I can tell she’s embarrassed. Shit, I’d be embarrassed too if I took a fall like that. I don’t know where the hell the fire was. She bumped into me as I was coming in, and then as soon as she met me, she was rushing out again.

“Annabelle,” Cliff starts, and I looked over. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at my mom’s new man.

I study him shrewdly. He’s classier than what I had expected. Of course, I've heard of Winterford’s Jewels before, but I wasn’t sure what to expect of the owner, and my mother’s new fiancé.

He better treat my mom better than those other fuckers she dated. I don’t give a shit, I’ll punch Mr. Fancy Jewelry in his fucking face too if he hurts her like the last guy.

I’m guessing Mom hasn’t shared her shitty past with Cliff, and that’s just as well. No need telling her new man that she has had some lousy taste in men. I think darkly of my father, and I know my mom’s had bad taste in men for a long ass time, it's nothing new.

The girl, Annabelle, gives her father a strange look, but she goes over and sits down on a couch by the window. I see her eyeing me from the corner, and I watch as she crosses her legs. I can’t help but think of what lays between those two pretty little legs of hers. I bet I could have her moaning in seconds.

I lick my lips just thinking about her, but then my mom pulls me back in.

“Thank you, Dominic, that was so nice of you. Annabelle are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she mumbles, sipping a Coke.

My mom looks slightly ruffled, but she smiles at me, and guides me over to meet Cliff.

“Cliff, this is Dominic,” she says proudly.

“So nice to meet you,” Cliff grins, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard lots about you.” He winks, and I wonder what the hell my mother could have said.

Oh well, it’s probably better than the shit he might read in a magazine. Lately my band, Diesel, has been all over the news thanks to our new record, which went straight to number one in less than one week.

Fuck yeah.

Only problem is we go on tour in two weeks, and our lead backup singer just got herself engaged.

Sappy love shit.

Now we’re fucked, and we need to find someone to replace her, fast.

My mom mentioned that Cliff’s daughter sings, but I can’t picture this pretty little thing singing for us. Oh, I can picture her in all kinds of compromising positions, but she looks too pampered and polished to be a rocker girl. She wouldn't last five minutes on the road.

My mom must be losing her touch.

“Dinner’s ready!”

I turn my head, and see a small plump woman in the doorway, wiping her hands on a smudged apron.