Rock Star's Girl (A Hollywood Dating Story #1) - Jennifer Farwell Page 0,3
had been going so far, she suspected she was going to need it.
“Absolutely. And anything for you, sir?” David turned to Jesse, who looked incredibly entertained.
“Sparkling water for me,” he answered. “And you might want to bring her the whole bottle of wine.”
“One glass is fine, thanks.” She shot Jesse a dark look. He laughed.
“So that’s one glass of sauvignon blanc and one sparkling water,” David repeated, sounding uncertain. “I’ll be back with your drinks and to take your order in a few minutes.”
She waited until their server was out of earshot before looking at Jesse again. “Will you behave, please?” she hissed. Jesse grinned and turned his attention back to the menu.
“So has it been four months, then?” There was a devilish gleam in his eyes. Here we go, she thought. She’d been foolish to think he’d just lay the subject to rest. “Wait, don’t tell me it’s been any longer than th—”
She cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “Seriously, that’s enough.” Her voice was close to a growl.
“Why?” he asked, looking curious. “It’s me.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m your friend, babe. You can tell me anything.”
“Well that’s going to be pretty one-sided, then, since I won’t be asking about your latest conquests.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to dish out what she was taking in. She just really didn’t want to know about Jesse and his girls.
“No conquests this trip,” he admitted, shifting in his chair.
“Wow, and you’ve been here for almost three days. You’re slipping.” She feigned a look of surprise.
He laughed. “I’m recovering from a broken heart, actually. My Santa Monica girl left me for the singer in a hipster band. I’m feeling a little wounded.”
She shot him a knowing glance. “Uh-huh. Right until you can hook up with your Hollywood girl.”
“Aren’t you my Hollywood girl?” he asked, trying to look innocent.
“You only have one?”
“The only one who counts is sitting across from me right this second. And pretty much calling me a male whore.”
“If the shoe fits.” She shrugged and leaned forward to look at the menu again.
“Ouch. If the shoe fits, apparently you’re going to pummel me with it. Why are you so curious about my love life?” He also leaned forward, looking at her. Setting an elbow down on the table, he propped his head up with his hand and waited for her answer.
“You started it,” she pointed out. “If you can’t take the heat, stop fanning the flames.”
“What if I like the fire?” His voice was playful.
She bit off her reply when she saw David coming back to their table. He placed a filled wine glass in front of her, which she immediately picked up and took a drink from.
“Are you sure you don’t want the bottle?” Jesse asked. “This could get fun.”
“Yeah, hangovers are a blast. If you get the bottle, you’re drinking it.”
David set Jesse’s water down and took a step back from the table. “How are you doing?” he asked. “Do you need a couple more minutes to look over the menu?”
“No, I think we’re ready.” Emily nodded toward Jesse. “Just ignore anything he orders that isn’t food.”
She expected Jesse to pick up their conversation again once David left their table, but he reached for his phone instead.
“Looking for texts from your Santa Monica girl?” she asked.
“No.” Jesse kept his eyes fixed on the screen. “I’m reading your Facebook page.”
“Have we gone that far with social media that you’re going to have a conversation with me on my Facebook page, rather than just talking to me from across the table?”
He moved his thumb across the screen. “When do I ever write on your page? That would mean keeping it PG-13.”
“You’re going to have to start if you don’t put that away, since I won’t be answering your texts or phone calls.”
He paused in his scrolling. “Easy, Em. I was just looking for some dirt, since you won’t give it up.”
“What do you think you need to know?” She leaned across the table to reach for his phone. Before she was close enough to grab it from him, he moved his arm to hold it just outside of her reach.
“Everything.” He looked amused. “If you’re going to be my Hollywood girl, we should really work on open communication.”
She returned to sitting calmly in her chair. “Open communication about what?”
“About why you’re denying yourself affection. Drop the walls.” He put his phone back down on the table.
She felt her face burning. “I see we’re back to you assuming I’m lacking something