His face changes and I laugh. “I’m kidding. Sorry.”
He grins, slow and easy. “Finally got one back on me.”
“About time.”
“So tell me, woman with a cold heart, what do you do at the firm?”
“A secretary.”
“Ah.”
“What about you? Chief said you’re working while you’re here. I didn’t think rockstars worked?”
He grunts. “You’d be surprised. I own a company. So when I’m in town, I have to go in occasionally and sit in a very big office, no pretty lights or skulls, but I do have a wicked couch.”
My eyes widen. “You have a company?”
“What, didn’t think I had it in me to do something good with my money?”
I blink. “What? No. I didn’t say that. I just...it’s so hard to see you being a CEO of a company. Do you wear a suit? I can’t picture this.”
He grins. “I wear a suit, just like any CEO and sort out stuff on a day-to-day basis. All the boring stuff. Mostly, I pay people to do it for me.”
“Lifestyles of the rich and famous, hey?”
He grunts. “Something like that.”
“It’s like you are two different people, don’t those two worlds collide?”
“Sometimes, but I make it work.”
“What exactly is your company?”
I feel bad that I don’t know this, but in saying that, it has been a long time. It’s not like Travis and I are close anymore.
“I own a record company. Figured I might as well give others the chance I had, to share their music with the world.”
My eyes widen. “Wow, that’s amazing. Good on you.”
He winks at me. “Not just a pretty face.”
I blush again.
God, he is going to think something is wrong with me again.
He is the only man who has ever been able to make me blush.
“What about you, what do you do aside from working?”
How to answer that without sounding tragic? “Not a lot really, I go to Chief’s on the weekends but otherwise... a party here and there if Reagan begs enough.”
“Not a lot? So you sit at home on weekends and do...nothing?”
“Well, not nothing...”
God, why do I sound so pathetic. Here he is, with his life together, and me...not so much.
“Well, Mischief, tonight you and me are going to have some fun.”