Flame’s ears turned bright red, and I snorted. She must’ve gotten to him—shocking—he was such a freakin’ flirt, no one ever got to him. Now we had more ammo to tease him about on the tour.
Cynda had been quiet so far, but her smile lit her face up like sunshine. She was really beautiful, from the blue streaks in her brown hair to her black heels. “Did you like the show?”
Michelle laughed, and Cynda elbowed her in the side. “You guys were great. It sounded even better live than on the album.”
“Thanks,” I said as I walked closer to her. I didn’t want everyone to hear what I was going to say next. “I saw you singing, I didn’t realize you knew our music that well.”
Pink colored her cheeks. “You saw me?”
“Yeah. It’s not like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, I know. But…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you in front of the guys, but I’m flattered you knew our songs good enough to sing along.”
“I wasn’t the only one. You do you realize how popular you are, right? I mean the entire Garden was singing your songs.”
“I know, it was a fuckin’ rush too.”
She was about to say something else when Rod opened the door and came in with a shitload of women. I didn’t even realize he’d gone back out I’d been so focused on Cynda. Holy hell. We’d had fans—groupies—but nothing like this. I don’t know how many backstage passes they gave out, but there had to be at least thirty women. I looked around and the guys were being swarmed. Cynda and Michelle stepped outof the way of the herd but I would’ve much rather just talked to her.
Michelle pushed her way through the crowd of half-dressed women to get to Flame. It sure looked like she was claiming him for her own. I turned back to find Cynda, but she was gone. I knew she wouldn’t leave, we had a deal, but where was she?
Some bleached blonde was rubbing against my side and I tried to push her away but there were others around just like her. Most of them had bleached blonde hair and lots of eye make-up. Except for the hair, they looked a lot like Sweets and Candy. I hadn’t thought about Sweets since we’d gotten back to the dressing room. Oh shit.
I looked around but the room was so crowded it was hard to see much except the tops of people’s heads. She was short but usually her bright red hair was visible. Not this time. I had a bad feeling in my gut. Neither of them were anywhere to be seen. I had no idea where Cynda was and I was worried about Sweets causing shit. I hoped I was fuckin’ wrong.
Looking around for Rod, I was going to send him to find them both, but he had his own swarm of groupies. This was fucked up. I’m all for fans, and having a bunch of beautiful women around is great, but all they wanted was bragging rights or to say they’d fucked a rock star. The guys didn’t care but that’s why I tried to avoid this fuckin’ shit, I didn’t want to be a piece of meat.
With everyone busy, I ditched the party to go look for Cynda or Sweets, hoping I wouldn’t find them together, because that would be a clusterfuck, especially since Sweets probably had a few drinks after the concert. They’d all hit the bottles pretty hard as soon as we got back to the suite and I couldn’t blame them. I could use a glass of scotch, and that was the reason I had my own fuckin’ stash on the bus.
Chapter Eight
Cynda…
Yup now this is what I’d expected. Seeing all the skanky women pour into the dressing room was more than I wanted to deal with, or maybe I was just jealous? At least that’s what Michelle would say. She might be right, but hell, I’m not admitting it to anyone. Still, there was no way I was going to stand there while somehopractically climbed into his pants.
I doubted anyone noticed when I left anyway. My suitcase was still in Michelle’s car, so I figured I might as well get it and head to the bus. Maybe I could get settled in before they all showed up with their sex partners for the night. Gross. Seriously, how could anyone have sex with random strangers just because they were rock stars? Okay, who was I kidding, I wanted Chaos, would I give in to that—hell no. It’d be totally wrong. Isn’t that what I hated most about my father? He was all about loving them and leaving them, at least as far as mom was concerned.
Grabbing the suitcase from the car I shoved her spare key in the hideaway box under the front wheel well. Thank God I’d remembered it was there because I sure as hell hadn’t remembered to get the keys from her before I left the party. She’d been all over Flame. I knew she liked Raining Chaos but I hadn’t realized she had the hots for him until the drive over. All she did the whole time was ask about him. It was funny. Too bad this wasn’t her job for the next two weeks, she would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than I was going to.
Looking for the buses, I followed the directions dickman had given me earlier. I went back in the Garden and down the long hallway to the rear exit. I’d almost made it when I heard the sound of high heels on the tile floor behind me. Fully expecting it to be one of the skanks from the party I turned to come face-to-face with Sweets.Oh shit.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Cynda is it or should I just call you bitch?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I don’t like you coming in here and butting in. We don’t need you, and Chaos definitely doesn’t need you. I’ve got everything he needs right here.” She gestured across her body, and yeah she had it. Huge boobs trying to escape from the leather vest she wore over a way too short leather mini-skirt and black high heels with silver studs. If this was what he liked more power to him, it just reinforced the no sex no way rule. Wrath had said they were like sisters. Maybe someone needed to tell her.
“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to back off. I’m not here to hurt anyone or cause problems. I’m just here to do my job. You don’t like it, talk to Chaos, he’s the one who made me come on tour with you. It sure as hell wasn’t my idea.”
“Yeah I know,” she answered and took a drink from the beer in her hand. She was drunk, it was obvious, but I didn’t think it mattered. She’d been shooting shitty looks at me since I’d shown up earlier.
“So if you know why are you giving me shit?”
