Title: A Sticky Situation
Series: Awkward Love #7
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: March 14, 2019
Blurb
A sexy rock star walking into your hotel room?
It sounds like a dream come true.
When youâre in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was
Itâs a freaking nightmare.
It gets worse.
What I thought was my hotel roomâ¦was actually his.
Iâd just given last yearâs hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy.
Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilsonâs hotel room.
Nobody knows Iâm that girl and itâs going to stay that way.
Itâs not like Iâm going to run into him again, right?
Wrong.
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Panicked, I sit up, gaping in disbelief at the person standing in the doorway. I grasp at the sheet, I frantically try to cover the most crucial bits of me, while feeling completely mortified. He, on the other hand, canât wipe that damn smirk off his face.
What the fuck?
His head cocks sideways and his lips twitch into an even bigger grin that Iâd probably find sexyâif I wasnât two knuckles deep and showing him more of me than any guy has seen of me in a long time.
âWell, I have to say,â he drawls in a low, husky voice, âwomen do a lot of shit to try to get my attention, but this is definitely up there as the most original.â
I canât even comprehend what heâs saying, because Iâm frozen on the spot and trying to work out what the hell heâs doing in my room. Is this some kind of sick joke? Is he planning on attacking me? My eyes dart to the phone on the wall, but they switch back to him when he walks closer.
Fuck.
He steps out of the shadows, giving me a better look at his face andâ
Double fuck.
What the heck is the lead singer of The Vision doing in my hotel room?
I donât know whether to laugh or cry, so my body decides to do both. I canât think straight, but Iâm doing my best to stop freaking the fuck out so I can try to figure a way out of this mess. Iâm so unbelievably embarrassed. And naked, apart from this flimsy sheet. I should probably get dressed. The problem is, doing anything at this point feels impossible.
âSo, do you speak?â he asks, jolting me out of my thoughts. âI mean, weâve established that you can moan quite well.â
Oh God.
âI had a friend once, who was mute,â he muses, âwe drifted apart because our conversations were always very one-sided.â
âI am not mute,â I snap, glaring at him.
âGreat, then you can start by telling me what youâre doing.â He laughs and rubs his jaw. âI mean, itâs pretty obvious what you were doing, Iâm just not sure why. Not that I didnât appreciate the show,â he quickly adds. âTrust me, I did.â His dark eyes flash with amusement. âItâs refreshing to meet a girl who doesnât mind opening herself up.â
What the ever loving fuck�
How can he casually crack jokes like he isnât the slightest bit embarrassed about walking in on me? I donât trust myself to speak, so I just glare at him.
âCan I get you anything, like a drink?â he offers. âOr maybe offer you a handâ¦?â
âYou could offer me some privacy?â I suggest, my body shaking with rage.
âPrivacy, huh?â He grins at me. âSure. Iâll turn around.â
Heâll turn around?
âOr you could leave, the same way you came in?â I retort.
âYou seem pretty agitated over there. Iâm guessing I interrupted the finale? Have you thought about trying some relaxation breathing?â he suggests, âitâs supposed to be great for relieving tension.â
âAre you done?â I growl.
âAre you?â he asks. âMaybe you should be the one leaving?â
A surge of anger hits me. Why the hell should I be the one to leave when heâs the one in my room? I wrestle myself up so Iâm sitting on the edge of the bed, my knuckles white from clinging onto the sheet so tightly. While Iâm at it, why am I the one whoâs embarrassed?
If I canât get myself off in the privacy of my own roomâ
I stop, mid-thought as I look around, an uneasy feeling creeping into my stomach. The clothes scattered outside the bathroom. The freaking guitar leaning against the couch that I somehow neglected to notice. The champagne. The noteâ¦there was no upgrade.
Iâm the one in the wrong room.
And I was seconds from climaxing all over Brix Wilsonâs bed.
My heart pounds as a trickle of sweat makes itâs way down the back of my neck. I swat it away, while trying hard to think up an excuse for being in his room that sounds even half plausible.
Who am I kidding? Thereâs no getting out of this. Not without me looking like a complete fuckwit. Sure, they gave me the wrong key, which makes this whole mess not my fault, but as if heâs going to believe that.
I take a deep breath and reach for my clothes, somehow managing to dress myself while showing minimal skin. Not that he hasnât seen everything already.
God, heâs seen more of my than I have.
I stand up, nearly losing my balance. My legs feel like jelly, so even walking feels like a hard task, but I have to get out of here. And the longer I wait, the harder escaping is going to be.
âI have to go,â I mumble.
âSo soon? You went to all this trouble of getting in here and performing for me, and now youâre leaving? Whereâs the harm in hanging around for a little longer?â he presses. âI was looking forward to seeing how far youâd go.â
I stalk over to the door, avoiding all physical contact with him. He canât wipe the smirk off his face, but I canât let myself think too hard about what just happened, or Iâll lose control. As I close the door behind me, I hear his voice call out after me;
âWhat, I donât even get an encore?â
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Author Bio
Missy lives in central Victoria with her husband, three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be found â¦oh wait. Sheâs always writing.
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