“I don’t understand.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“What is there to understand? I wanted to see you again, so I made it happen. Do you want to leave?” I ask, giving her an out.
“No,” she answers, but I can hear the faint tremble in her voice.
This girl needs to relax. She’s much more uncomfortable now that she’s figured out who I really am. I dig around in my jean pocket for a lighter so I can light the joint I have tucked behind my ear. When I can’t find it, I shrug. All the more reason to invite her back to the bus. Unlike the rest of the crew, I have my own personal tour bus.
“Well, I just realized I don’t have a lighter. Do you want to see my home away from home?” I ask.
“Does that line usually work on the girls you kidnap backstage?” she answers, surprising me.
“Hard to say. When I kidnap them, I don’t usually give options.” I cross my arms over my chest. If she wants to get kinky, I have no problem with it.
“Valid.” She shrugs.
“So,” I cock my head to one side and give her my best rockstar smolder, “are you coming or not?”I hope she’ll be coming on my dick in a few hours. Shit. I’d even settle for her coming on my fingers.
“Fuck it,” she shrugs, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Yeah, fuck it,” I repeat enthusiastically.
“It’s my motto for the night, and honestly, I like where it’s gotten me so far.”
I lead her into the private lot where my tour bus is parked, whipping out my phone to send Brian a voice note. “Hey Brian, thanks for canceling everything. I’m heading back to the hotel in the bus. Let the driver know.”
“You didn’t say anything about going to a hotel.” Vivienne stops walking, suddenly unsure.
“Would you rather do something else? I just figured we could smoke this joint and enjoy a drive through downtown. We need the bus at the hotel so the crew can load up tomorrow and hit the road again.”
“Wow! You leave already?” she gasps, disappointment in her tone.
“Yeah, it’s kinda crazy how fast we move, but it’s a tight schedule, which allows us to squeeze in more stops,” I answer truthfully, allowing my mask of control to slip for a moment.
She hesitates before taking a step forward and following me to the bus. I text the driver and ask him to drive around downtown for thirty minutes, then head over to the hotel.
“So, do you always cancel your meet-and-greets to give random girls a ride on your bus?”
My lips tug up in a grin. I want to tell her I only do that for girls who ride my dick, but I bite my tongue. I like her. She’s spicy. Running a hand through my hair, I rasp, “No. Only the really pretty ones.”
Vivienne laughs nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You think I’m pretty?”
I confidently reply, “I think you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Or you’re just saying that because you want to get fucked. You know, rockstar vibes and all.” Vivienne waves her hand in my direction.
I smirk. “Is that what you think? Because I’m pretty sure I could walk back inside and ask who wants to crawl in bed with me, and there’d be a damn line—probably down the sidewalk—of girls waiting.”
“So you are an asshole,” she quips dryly.
“I’m not an asshole. I’m a proprietor of opportunity. Enjoying the perks of my career choice does not make me an asshole.” I key the code into the door and open it for her.
She stares me down for a minute, as if deciding whether or not she actually is about to go through with this.
“Look, I’ll let you leave the minute you want to. I just need a place to smoke this.” I wave the joint in the air between us, then step inside, waiting for her to follow me. There are a few lights left on, which make the space feel cozy. I point to a sitting area with a couch and a small table. “Grab a spot.”
She sits on the edge of the gray suede couch, crossing her legs. Very proper. Very demure. But she’s not fooling me. Vivienne’s already told me loud and clear she’s down to fuck, whether she realizes it yet or not.
I snag a lighter and a burnt-out, empty candle jar to ash in from the kitchen countertop, then return to sit next to her. Lighting the joint, I take a few quick puffs to get it burning evenly, then suck in a long drag.
