“Vacation? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She looked at me like I’d lost my mind, and I chuckled.
“Sure. It’s a fucking vacation. Traveling around on a tour bus with a bunch of sexy rock stars, what could be better?”
“I could give you a damn list, trust me. This is not my idea of fun. I hate the ‘rock n’ roll’ lifestyle.”
“So why are you here? Why work for a record company at all?”
She sighed. “It’s none of your business really. I’m here, I’ll do my job, then at the end of the two weeks I’ll be gone and you’ll probably never see me again.”
I nodded, hopefully it wouldn’t take the full two weeks, the sooner the better. Although looking into her eyes sent a bolt of lust straight to my cock, he was letting me know loud and clear he wanted a piece of her. What was it about her? Every fuckin’ time she got close to me my jeans were ready to bust the friggin’ zipper. At least it looked like she was feeling the same if the pink in her cheeks meant anything.
“Hopefully it won’t be bad for you. I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I’d just found out you were coming and I’d kinda expected a man. Truce for now?”
She nodded and smiled.
“Good, so how about a soda or something to eat, they put out a fuckin’ shitload for us.”
“Sure, sounds good. Then maybe we can go over some of my song ideas.”
“Nope, not today, they’ll be plenty of time later. It’s time for me to get into my zone for the concert, not time to write. We’re just going to chill out before the show and you can try to get to know us better. I’m sure Michelle will be helpful.” I looked over and she was already sitting on the arm of Flame’s chair, leaning down to hear whatever shit he was saying. Knowing him he was fuckin’ whispering so she’d lean in and show him some cleavage. He was such a frigging dog sometimes.
Cynda grabbed a bottle of water from the table and offered me one. My fingers brushed hers and triggered another burst of desire. I don’t know what the fuck it wasabout her but she turned me on like no one I’d ever met. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice the freakin’ hard-on, although I didn’t know how she’d miss it. Fuck. Taking a long drink of the icy water, I hoped it’d help cool me down or at least take the fuckin’ edge off.
Lucky for me Rod came in and created the distraction I needed to get away from Cynda. Here I’d thought I’d be making it difficult for her, but it seemed like it was going to be much harder on me. Although, if I fucked her maybe she’d go along with what I wanted. Shit, what the fuck was I turning in to? It was so not me. I could be a real ass but I’d never used sex to get my way and I wasn’t about to start now.
“So everything’s set for tonight, after the show there’s a party back here, then you hit the road. The buses will be here by ten. Tomorrow night you have your first show in Philly. Two nights there and you’ll be on the road again.”
“So you’re not gracing us with your presence?”
“Hell no. I may be your manager but I’m too fuckin’ old to hit the road. If you need me, you know how to reach me. You’re notthe only band I have to take care of and you shouldn’t need me to babysit. This is the big time, I hope you remember that and keep your shit together.”
I was fuckin’ thrilled he wasn’t going with us. We didn’t need to hear his fuckin’ shit every day. “No problem, we’ve got this.”
“Just make sure you keep to the schedule and no fucking around. You know what I mean. I don’t care who you fuck, but no bad press. This is the first tour, and it’ll either help make you superstars or toss you in the shitter, and I mean all of you.”
I knew he meant Rage most of all, but he had no idea who we really were, only our stereotypes. Our names were where we’d started, and reminded us how far we’d come, they didn’t fuckin’ define us.
“Oh fuck you, Rod. We’re not fucking kids. We’ve been doing this over five years now and I think we know how to handle ourselves,” Rage answered his words dripping with scorn.
Rod shook his head and went over to grab a beer and some food. I swear as soon as our contract with him was over I waskicking his ass to the curb. The only good thing he’d ever done was find the roadies. Symmetry was okay as a record label, but once he gave them authority to decide what songs go on our album without fighting for us that fucking pissed me off. Hell, at least there was one good thing, the throbbing erection was gone now—thank you mother fucker.
One of the guys flipped the TV to the baseball game and most were glued to the screen. I sat on the one empty couch and struggled to get my head in the game. Rod rubbed me the wrong way, and Cynda wasn’t helping. Michelle was still flirting with Flame and it looked like they were having a great time. Wrath was talking to Cynda on the other side of the room and it looked like a pretty deep conversation. Damn. The urge to go over there and interrupt was almost too strong for me to resist. I didn’t want him talking to her. It was fucking aggravating.
I tried to focus on the game but then she laughed, and it was music to my ears—like angels singing. “Shit, did I just think about angels singing?” What the fuck is wrong with me? I was definitely attracted to her, hell, who am I kidding, she pushed everyfucking lust button I had and I wanted her all to myself.
Chapter Six
Cynda…
Wrath was funny. I didn’t expect it, and his stories about some of their early gigs were hysterical. I was laughing so hard I got hiccups, and then he started laughing too. He thought it was funny shit, at least that’s what he said. Holding my breath and drinking water I tried to stop them. Of course when I looked away from him my eyes met Chaos’. No matter how hard I tried, I was drawn to him like a bear to honey. He looked pissed off, but then it seemed like he always looked pissed off when he was dealing with me. He was great when he was talking to anyone else, well except dickman. I guess the two of us fell in the same shitty category.
I should be happy to be away from him. When our hands touched all I could think about was kissing his lips, tasting him, running my hands over his chest, feeling the washboard abs I knew were under his t-shirt. Shit. Michelle would tell me I’ve got it bad. Although she really couldn’t say jack since she wasdrooling all over Flame. If she leaned down any further her boobs would be in his lap.
“You okay now?” Wrath asked with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It happens to me every time I laugh too hard. It’s just one of my weird things.”
“Got it. Listen, I know you’re not happy about being on tour with us but it’ll be fun.”
