He waves Amy forward. She stops scrolling through her phone and eyes me curiously with a pinch less disdain than before. “After reviewing your…career and showing no interest in perks, such as the music awards, I figure you’re allowed to stay.”
“Allowed?” I say with bite, digging my nails into my palms, creating perfectly pink crescent moons. Part of me wants to laugh in her face at the ridiculousness, but her face is dead serious.
“As far as the world knows, you and Sully mean nothing. You’re nothing...” She pauses, tilting her head, reminding me of Michael Myers studying his victims before slicing them in half. “To each other, I mean.”
“I don’t know who you are, but you can’t control me. How about I—”
The other back door flies open, and Sully jumps in. “Let’s go!” he shouts.
“What the hell?” The driver turns around to glare at Sully.
Amy’s nostrils flare. “Get out! We don’t have time for this.”
Sully pounds on the passenger’s seat headrest. “What are you waiting for? Drive!”
The driver floors it. Amy shakes her fist in the air, yelling curses at us.
“What are you doing? Trying to get me murdered?” I punch Sully’s arm.
He chuckles, turning his phone off.
“Like I said, I’m taking you home, and then I’ll go to the studio. They can start without me.”
“Well, I’m heading to work. Need to cover for Chloe.”
He shrugs. “Then I’m dropping you off at work.”
I squint at him. “You know I ordered this ride, right?”
“And I’m stealing it by paying in cash.” Sully leans forward and smirks at the driver. “If that’s okay with you.”
“As long as I’m paid with a good fat tip,” he says in a deep smoker's voice.
Sully curls his finger around a strand of my hair. He’s close, too close. His hot breath on my neck sends an ache between my legs. I want that mouth on me again, making me come again. Fuck. He’s already inside my head.
His hand brushes my breast, and my nipple peaks at the attention. “See. It always works out,” he whispers, kissing the sensitive skin below my ear.
A whimper slips past my lips. My entire body betrays me. I want to resist his charm, but I’m mush to his dimples and blue eyes. “What’s that witch’s problem anyway?”
He scoffs. “Our PR rep, Amy. She’s vicious, rude, and like a dog with a bone, but she’s good at her job. Unfortunately, she’s my aunt’s friend and thinks it’s in my best interest to look out for me since I’m single and heartbroken. Her words.” He slams his back against the seat and pulls on his hair. “She doesn’t know when to quit. But she’s never been this cruel. I can’t apologize more for what she said.”
“Whatever. She hates me.” My head falls against the seat.
Sully’s fingers brush up and down my arm. “She wanted to scare you. I told you how my ex dumped me for another bass player. She doesn’t want that to happen again.”
“Yeah. Because I just jump from musician dick to musician dick like I have no life.” I huff and catch the eye of the driver in the rearview mirror. He winces and his eyes return to the road.
Great. Now this driver thinks I’m a slut. That’s lovely.
“She’s protective. But I’ll get her to lay off.”
“And what does that mean for the music awards?” I ask, staring at my mermaid ring to avoid his gaze.
“You can come if you want. They’re never as fun as you might think.”
“But Gigi would be better PR for the band.” I study the hem of my skirt, tracing the stitches with my finger.
“It wouldn’t hurt. We are touring with her soon.”
