My Best Friend the Rockstar (Book 1 Steel Wolf Collection)

Chapter 9

*warning some major heat is about to be unleashed. read with caution*

A hand touches my bare shoulder and I go flying away from him. When I feel like I'm a safe distance I turn to face him. There is no way I will be able to cover the tears falling from my eyes and maybe it's time for him to see how his actions can affect me.

Hesitantly I raise my eyes to stare into his blue eyes and discover a sadness there. "I've made you cry yet again." He stalk away from the door and begins pacing the room we are in. As he paces I take in my surroundings.

The first thing I notice is there are no windows. Next there is a desk in the middle of the room with a chair. Along one wall is a couch with a mirror hanging above it and a coffee table in front. There are no pictures to indicate who might own this office just a plant in one corner. In fact there are no personal touches of any sort you would have expected to find. This must be someone's space. Maybe they just started? Why am I allowing myself to ponder who works here? Oh yeah because I don't want to focus what is happening right in front of my just yet. I go back to watching Dimitri pace, reminding me of a caged tiger.

He paces and I cry. We make such the couple. At one point he stops his pacing and stands in font of me. Slowly he reaches a hand out and with gentle fingers he wipes away my tears.

"This was not how I pictured the night going as I sat on the bus." I deliberately maneuver myself away from his touch until the back of my knees bump up against the edge of the desk. He uses his body to invade my personal space and I discover myself sitting on the desk.

Dimitri's next actions surprise me because they are so out of character for him. He kneels in front of me and takes my hand. I'm sure the shock covers my face. Who wouldn't want a Rock God kneeling in front of them. My crazy self that's who. The world sees him as the rocker I simply see him as Dimitri.

He takes one of my hands in his own, "Baby please don't cry." My response is to turn my head away from him. Before standing he sighs and takes a seat next to me on the desk. "I didn't mean to scare you. But seeing you with that guy," he slams his hand on the desk making me jump, "made me beyond jealous. That I just snapped and acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

"That's how I felt when I saw you with the red head," my words leave my lips barely above a whisper.

When he shifts to stare at me confusion blankets his eyes, "what red head?"

He has to be messing with me. How can he not remember the red head? She was hard to to miss with her perfect hair, perfect body, perfect face and I'm sure even her teeth were perfect. If Dimitri was seeking the perfect person to have on his arm she would fit the description. Where as I do not.

"Skylar... Skylar come back to me." I could detect the concern in his voice at my mental disappearance. "Baby please tell me what red head."

Somehow I find my voice, "the one standing next to you at the bar." My head head falls forward and I stare at the floor.

Gently he takes my chin in his hand and turns me to face him. The urge to deny him rages, but I'm able to suppress it. Hesitantly I meet his eyes with my own.

"Skylar, I need you to listen and understand what I'm about to say," he tells me in a stern tone. "Women are going to throw themselves at me. I'm not being cocky," he says with a shrug, "it's my reality. They see me as the rocker not the man and want a piece of me. But just because that's what they want doesn't mean I want them."

"I see." The statement leaves my lips as I pull my chin from his fingers.

"Baby, I don't believe you," he sighs his frustration, "you have to know your the only one my eyes see in the sea of women out there. You. Skylar Haden."