She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance Kaci Rose (essential reading txt) 📖

of the dining room table, shirtless and answering emails on his computer. He seems to be looking at me a whole lot less than I’m looking at him.

Thankfully, after the tour, I don't have to worry too much about work. I made some good money and was able to stick to a few of my favorite clients, and right now, I'm working on the graphics for the lingerie store’s website.

"You seem awfully distracted over there." He grins at me.

"That's what happens, when you have a sexy man sitting across from you shirtless, and you’re working on a lingerie website," I smirk back at him.

"Christ." He says under his breath and closes his laptop. Then, he's up and stalking towards me, before I can think twice. He turns my chair with me in it to the side and leans down, until we’re face to face.

"Show me." His voice is hoarse, so I do as he asks and show him the website I've been working on.

A minute later he leans in and rubs his nose up my neck, before kissing across my jawline and giving me a chaste kiss on my lips. I don't even realize I whimper, until he smiles.

"Later, right now, I need to feed you dinner." He says.

"Nope, I'm cooking for you, already have it planned," I tell him and steer him to one of the bar stools at the island.

We talk, as I make lasagna roll ups. I thought this would make a good dinner, because I’ll make double, and then we can have them for lunch a day or two later.

After dinner, Dallas pulls me into the living room.

"I loved watching TV with you that first night you were here, and when we watched movies on the road. So, that's what I want, to snuggle and watch some shows with you." He says a little unsure. It's such a simple thing, but then my brother normally wedges himself between us, so it's a big deal to watch TV without him.

"Sounds perfect," I say, as I sit down and cuddle up to his side. He pulls a blanket over us and wraps his arms around me. Every so often, I look up at him and manage to get a quick kiss in, but he pulls back, before it goes any further.

After the fourth time, he must read the frustration on my face, because he chuckles.

"We’re going to take this nice and slow, baby girl. That doesn't mean I don't want you, because I do, but I want to make sure we do this right.”

With a sigh, I agree and snuggle into him.

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It's been almost a week of the most perfect routine I could have asked for. Every morning, Dallas wakes me up with breakfast and coffee. Then, I work, while he works on new lyrics for the next album. A few times we both exercised out by the pool, instead of inside. Then after lunch, we took some downtime to clean the house or read in the library. Then, we'd work some more.

I'd make dinner every night, and after dinner, we end up on the couch watching TV. I've fallen asleep twice and woken up to Dallas carrying me to bed. He always lays me down with a kiss on the forehead, before heading off to his room.

Dallas wasn't kidding about taking things slow. We haven't taken things past kissing. Mind blowing sexy kissing. The best kisses of my life kissing. I can only imagine how things will be, when we take it to the next step. That's what I'm thinking about, as I come downstairs for breakfast.

Dallas is just setting food on the table, when I make it to the kitchen.

"Morning." He says, kissing my cheek and directing me to the table, where he already has a cup of coffee waiting for me.

Once we sit down, he looks up at me.

"Would you like to go out on a date with me today?" He asks, and he seems a little nervous.

I perk right up.

"Of course, I would. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. But we have to stop at the label first, because our manager is insisting on talking to me. Then, I'm all yours for the rest of the day."

I quickly finish breakfast, and then head upstairs to get ready. I dress casually, because if I needed to dress up, I know Dallas would have told me. I'm in black skinny jeans and a dark burgundy dressy loose top. I leave my hair down but put some waves in it and a touch of makeup.

I go downstairs and find Dallas waiting for me, leaning against the kitchen counter in dark jeans and a button down shirt, making my mouth go dry. He can be in the most casual clothes and still look so damn sexy.

He catches me checking him out, and I don't even try to hide it. Grinning at me, his eyes run over my body, and I can feel them, as if it were his hands on me. He pushes off the counter and stalks towards me.

"God, you're beautiful. I almost don't want to take you out and share you." He wraps his hands around my waist and kisses the top of my head.

"Let's get this meeting over with, so I can have you all to myself." He takes my hand and leads me to his truck.

"No convertible today?" I joke.

"No, this will be more practical for what I had in mind."

"Am I dressed okay?" I ask, suddenly nervous.

His eyes run over me again with such heat in them on my skin.

"You're perfect." He whispers, before starting up the truck.

He takes my hand and holds it the entire way to the label. I always love driving down music row here in Nashville. All the labels are set up in old historic homes, and they put banners out in the front yard, bragging about their new number one hits.

"Oh, look Brantley Gilbert has another number one." I sigh. "Why couldn't you get signed with him?"