His mood collapsed a little.She’d taken to giving him the rundown on all the up-and-coming bands she got to work with.To begin with, it had been all about the music, but more and more she’d include a hotness rating in her assessment.This guy, whoever he was, clearly scored a ten.It shouldn’t have mattered to him, but it did.
Wasn’t he her ten?
Spook cleared his throat and shoved his ego into his boots.It wasn’t as if they were official or anything.In fact, they weren’t really anything at all.Just two people who exchanged long distance text messages about the craziness of their jobs, who’d met twice and stumbled past first base a couple of times.
Now would be the time to regale her with a Black Halo anecdote.Sadly, the sort of band antics that had once occurred on a near daily basis were now practically non-existent since Ash had got engaged and Xane had shacked up with Dani and Luthor.Liam, the new guy, should have been prime entertainment fodder, but he was boring as hell, and that just left Paul “Rock Giant” Reed.
The thing with Rock Giant was, that while he was butt crack crazy when it came to transport, he wasn’t nearly as reckless as Xane or Ash when it came to women.Spook was never likely to find Rock Giant sandwiched in the middle of a triple decker layer of groupies with an inanimate object shoved up his arse, or strutting his stuff in lipstick, heels, and a whole lot of glitter.
ALLE: You’re very quiet tonight.Are you sulking cos I think someone else is hot?
SPOOK: Just wondering what he did to grab your attention so successfully.
ALLE: Existed.LOL!You know me.I’m all about the pretty boys.
Maybe.Some people certainly described him that way.He doubted it was just about how the guy looked, though.Why’d she need to confess just for looking at someone?
SPOOK: I know what really makes you zone in on people and it ain’t the way they look.
ALLE: Oooo!Rampant speculation, much!
SPOOK: Let me guess – he promised to shove his big dick down your throat and then belt your backside if you dared to be as un-ladylike as to splutter.
ALLE: OMG!Are you jealous?
SPOOK: …
ALLE: You’re cute, but alas, no.No hidings or cocksucking to report.Though if you’d like to volunteer your time and body.
SPOOK: Is sex all you ever think about?
ALLE: It’s all anyone with a heartbeat ever thinks about, and don’t pretend you’re exempt.I know what demonic urges you’re hiding behind that saintly persona.
Yeah.That hit rather too close to the nail.So, sure, even after—totting it up on his fingers, nine months—if he closed his eyes, he could still hear the rasp of her indrawn breath, recall every freckle on her perfectly presented arse, feel the sting in his palm, and see the strawberry blush of heat race across her skin in the shape of his hand.It didn’t mean he was obsessed.Same as it didn’t mean anything that he could feel the jerks of her body against his stiff cock as she wriggled bottom up, spread out across his lap.They were just the signs of a good memory.
SPOOK: I suppose this magnificent specimen you’ve encountered has a name.
ALLE: Ronnie Bush—no relation to Kate.And for the record, I know whose pubes I’d prefer to be picking from between my teeth, and they’re not his.Like you said, just being pretty doesn’t cut it.
SPOOK: Your crush on Xane is still alive and kicking, I see.
ALLE: Being crushed is what would happen if I ever tried to get near him.I’m not dumb enough to take on Dani and Luthor.Besides, I’m all for blonds.
SPOOK: Pretty sure you’ll find he’s golden beneath the hood.
ALLE: Do I want to know how you know that?Also, TEASE!You know perfectly well it’s you I’m talking about.
ALLE: When do I get to see you?
And that there was the reason he insisted on finding a space to call her where he wouldn’t be overheard.Not that they were actually speaking.He stared at the string of bright speech bubbles on his phone screen.Why the heck were they communicating with their thumbs?He’d meant to call.After the Monte Carlo show, he had two whole weeks off.Or rather, he had time he could spend in one location.There’d still be interviews and studio sessions and all the other stuff recording company marketing execs liked to throw at them, but there’d be down time too.Time that if he chose to, he could spend with her.
Was that what he wanted to do?
ALLE: It’s been forever.I’m literally dying for a shag.
Spook stared hard at the screen.
Not seeing her for all this time hadn’t been deliberate, nor had all the barriers been on his side.Alle had faced a bunch of family crises last winter that had stopped her working with them at Rockfield, and then post-Christmas, pre-tour, she’d been holed up at the Sawmills with some new band, who’d gone on to score themselves an anthem.
