Every time she moved, the leather jacket popped open a little bit more, and I got an eyeful of Rosalie’s round, prime tits with no bra on, her nipples visible in the thin fabric, rubbing against the leather of her jacket.
Fuck
Drool pooled in my mouth as I surreptitiously wiped it off my chin.
Wait, was the problem that Rosalie thought going public with Dolly meant I somehow liked Dolly? Or that I preferred Dolly to her?
She could not possibly be fucking serious.
“Want to do an interview about what you and Dolly do on tour to still keep that new love spark going?” Eunice chirped, interrupting my naked lust for Rosalie.
My fists clenched in my lap. Eunice was supposed to be along for the whole tour, chronicling the great fucking imaginary fucking love story of Dolly and I, while Cornelius videotaped cute little moments for Tiktok.
But that was the last damn thing on my mind.
“No,” I said shortly. “Not right now. Treat yourself to some food from the craft table.”
After she left there was a moment of silence. Rosalie hadn’t even looked up during the entire exchange.
“Still pissed at me?”
She ignored me.
“Rosalie, you have any ideas?” Cornelius broke in.
Although Cornelius was my manager, in practice Rosalie was the one who made big shows like this run smoothly. It wasn’t surprising he was asking her opinion.
“Nope, I told you I quit,” she said serenely. “I’m just here for the free food. You can solve your own problems.”
“What’s the problem now?” I asked.
Rosalie still ignored me, her eyes glued to her phone.
Why wouldn’t she even look at me?
I felt another prickle of irritation mixed with the strange metallic tinge of desperation, so I dragged my chair closer, then stretched my leg over, making sure my knee now rested right between her legs.
That would remind her of the times she’d ridden my thigh, gotten me all sticky and wet because she always came so easily. Rosalie was such a little freak and that always turned her on.
“Your opening act just canceled,” Matt said. “We’re trying to find a local replacement on short notice.”
“Too far away,” Cornelius said, cross-referencing his phone and a physical list. “This one might work but can’t make it here in time.”
“What abouther?” Matt asked, pointing to a name. “She’s pretty popular. And local. Rosalie, you want to look at this list?”
“Nope,” she said dismissively. “Kingsley Ames is your problem now.”
Batting my hair stylist away, I got up and grabbed a cup of coffee as an excuse to walk behind Rosalie and run a finger up her throat.
“I’ll always be your problem,” I hissed in her ear. “And you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I pulled Rosalie’s hair tie out so her thick long black hair fell all down her back.
It was something that never failed to raise goosebumps on her skin but this time she didn’t even seem to notice.
“Mr. Ames, if you please?” the hairstylist asked, and I returned reluctantly to the chair.
“What are you doing on your phone?” I asked, trying to keep a weird jealous note out of my voice.
