again, and I look at him questioningly.
He clears his throat when he realizes he’s staring. “Sorry.”
“For?” I have no idea why he’s apologizing. When he looks at me that way, it gives me back a lot of the self-confidence that I lost during the shit-storm that followed my breakup with Jonah. At the moment, male attention does me good. I realize that now, but I still don’t want to tie myself down again so soon. The best thing I could do would be what Macey suggested, to enjoy my newly single life, complete with commitment-free sex. Sex with Gavin must be fantastic, I allow myself to think, and feel caught out when he rewards me with an incredibly sexy glance. My chest tightens as he puts his hand on my knee.
“For staring at you.” Then he removes his hand, but it leaves a tingling feeling on my skin where he touched me.
I have absolutely no idea what I should say, because all my senses are filled with him. I bite my lower lip and look around the bar. “Is it always so crowded here?” That’s such a fast change of subject it could cause whiplash, but it was the only thing I could think of to say. Dammit!
“I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been here.”
“Oh,” I say, and glance at my glass. “Should I really drink this?” If I drink it, he’ll definitely have to carry me to the taxi. I sigh and pick it up. “Is it true that famous singers aren’t allowed to have girlfriends?” I say, trying to change the subject again.
Gavin looks at me like I just hit him with a baseball bat. “What do you mean?”
“Is it true that guys in bands aren’t allowed to have girlfriends? I mean, you always hear they think it’s important to give the fans the feeling they’re available.” I look at him curiously.
The sudden silence tells me he doesn’t know how to respond to my question. “Well, we originally had that clause in our contracts, but it’s been declared invalid since then. Linden has had a girlfriend for a while now, and before that he was engaged. That was publicly known, so it was totally crazy anyway to demand celibacy from us. By the way . . . I’m single, in case that’s what you were trying to find out.” He barely finishes speaking before he gives me a glowing smile. It would probably really glow in black light; I’m 100 percent sure his teeth are bleached.
“Actually, I just wanted to know if the rumor was true.”
“It’s true. Friends of mine who also play in a band have to pretend they’re single, even though there’s a couple in the group.”
“Hmm. Pity for your friends. I wouldn’t want to have to keep it a secret if I was going out with a pop star. For me that would have nothing to do with his VIP status, but with him as a person.”
“There should be more women like you.”
I shrug my shoulders as I put down my half-empty glass. “What are you doing tomorrow evening?”
“I’m going to recover from a rough week, kick back, and relax. Why do you ask?”
“Just . . . I have tickets for the opening night of a show that my best friend is in, and I don’t know who to ask. I thought a little distraction from dance practice would do you good.”
“Your friend, the Broadway star?”
“Yeah. She’s playing Belle in Beauty and the Beast . But if you don’t want to go, I’ll ask Jake or another friend.”
“Did you just ask me on a date?” he says with amusement.
I shrug and take a moment to think about my answer. “A date would be eating by candlelight in a nice restaurant and getting to know each other.”
Gavin takes a lighter out of the pocket of his sweatshirt and lights the candle on the table. “Then this is our first date, and tomorrow evening will be the second.”
I blush again. Dammit! This cruel, traitorous body of mine is always giving me away! “OK.”
“You blush a lot.”
“I have to be sure that my cheeks are getting good circulation, don’t I?” I joke. He laughs. What I know of him, I really like. Gavin