“You’re going to leave them all here without a ride?” I ask.
Jules tosses her head back. “Nope. I’m not a monster. Nor am I shit at my job. Their car should turn up in less than two minutes.”
“And what if Sin doesn’t want to go sightseeing with you?” Dorian calls from somewhere behind us. “What if she wants to come with us and let us spoil her?”
“She can watch you all slather yourselves in chocolate later or whatever other freaky shit you five get up to in your downtime. Right now, we’re heading out. It’s been forever since I had anyone to spend time with who doesn’t make me want to punch myself in the face repeatedly, so we’re going and we’re going to have a great time.”
She’s kind of scary like this and I feel a flicker of unease. Forced fun is no one’s idea of a good time.
Then again, it would be a good idea to spend some time away from the guys. We’ve been practically in each other’s pockets for weeks now and some time apart might help me get my shit together.
There’s no way I could have a regular day out with the guys, either. Not when they’ve just kicked off their tour, and it’s suchbig news. They’re hot on my heels as we reach the car and while Jules dives inside, I pause, spinning around and instantly find myself wrapped up in a hug.
“Have a good time,” Cal murmurs in my ear, pressing the gentlest of kisses to my lips.
As soon as he releases me, Dorian tugs me away by my belt loops and pulls me into a hot and heavy open-mouthed kiss that leaves me breathless.
Then Micah’s there, kissing my cheek, my lips and then across to my other cheek.
And finally, Iri stops in front of me, and my mind fills with dirty images of what all four of them could do to me together.
“Fuck,” he mutters, using his thumb to press softly against my lower lip. “Enjoy yourself today. Let us know if you have any trouble.”
I nod and press a quick kiss to the tip of his thumb, enjoying the sharp inhale of breath that follows.
It feels like an invisible barrier shattered between us during the plane ride, and now I’m getting the undiluted version of Iri.
Turns out, I like it. I like it a lot.
“Go. Now. Before I decided we’re stealing you away for the day and kicking Jules out of that car.”
His rasped words send an unexpected tingle straight to my clit. He shifts, adjusting the front of his jeans after I just blasted him with my lust.
I smile sheepishly and shoot them all an awkward salute. Then, wobbling slightly on my jelly legs, I climb into the car and before I’ve even properly settled in, we’re on the move.
“What are you feeling like? Champagne in the car followed by finding a bar so we can do all the cultural shit with a buzz going, right?” Jules is already popping the cork on a bottle of champagne and filling two glasses without waiting for my response.
“Isn’t it nine in the morning?” I ask, taking the offered glass hesitantly.
I just brushed my teeth on the plane as part of an emergency freshening up before we landed. And I feel like I need a bunch of caffeine more than I need alcohol right now, but I take a sip as Jules glares at me.
“You’re Mrs. Rockstar now, baby. We’re living life today. No work. No worries. Plenty of booze.”
She takes a massive swig of her drink and then immediately refills it.
This is my first time out of the country, and I keep my eyes glued to the scenery, watching Meridian City fly by. I want to see and do everything this city has to offer. I also want to remember the day... unlike Jules, who is now polishing off her second glass of champagne in record time. I hand over my full glass, which she takes with a shrug.
“Is everything all right with you?” I ask her.
She seems more frazzled than usual, and that combined with the argument I witnessed on the plane, my gut is telling me there’s more going on she’s not telling me.
“Oh, sure.” Her cheeks are already growing rosy, and her shoulders have lost their hard line. “The label are being dicks as usual. Yesterday was a total shitshow and I should have been more on it than I was. They’ve also announced the new band they have lined up for me to work with after this tour ends.” She pulls a face and slumps back in her seat. “I am not a fan.”
“Were you a fan of Orpheus Underground before you started working with them?” I ask.
She snorts and takes another gulp of her drink. “No. But these guys are something else. Their reputation is terrible and they’re a bunch of assholes. I got lucky with Orpheus since Iri does more workthan most bands put together. But I just know these new guys are going to make me work my ass off.”
“Iri’s a special guy,” I reply.
