Her phone call connected.“Hi, is this West Maedina?”
She grinned as West answered in the affirmative.Skye pitched her voice higher and said, “Oh, great.My name is Amberly with LumaQuest Management Solutions.We’re a small company looking to expand our team, and you were recommended to us as a graphic designer.Do you have time right now to talk about a potential career opportunity?”
Chapter Six
AwaveofheatwarmedRemi’s back.He turned as Skye walked out from the flames, an evil little smirk tugging at her lips.
He almost told her to fuck off just to wipe the smug expression off her face, but he had to swallow his pride.
Taking a deep breath, he brushed past Skye and pulled out the chair under his desk.He found an old bill—the wordOVERDUEin big red letters in the corner—and flipped it around, then wrote out everything he could think of asking for.
He’d seen the movies and heard the stories about deals with the Devil.He wasn’t going to get fucked over by missing something.
“Is now really the time to write your grocery list?”Skye quipped.She leaned over him.Her long brown hair tickled his shoulder.The scent of her momentarily overwhelmed his senses.Something like vanilla and burnt marshmallow.A sweetness that was slightly bitter.
He gripped his pencil tighter and refocused, finishing off the list.When he finally felt that he’d gotten everything, he turned around in his chair.
“These are my demands,” Remi said, thrusting the page at Skye.
She stared at him for a long moment, lips pressed together as if fighting a smile, before plucking the page from his hand.
She snapped her fingers, and a pair of black-framed glasses appeared from a burst of flames.
Clearing her throat, she slid them on and straightened out the paper as she perused it.
Remi wanted to look away, but the glasses made her look like some sexy librarian or a strict teacher who was going to punish him for being a naughty boy, and fuck if he wasn’t getting aroused at the thought.
She was in a short red leather skirt and a black corset halter, her cleavage bursting out of the top.A lace choker wrapped around her throat with a teardrop diamond hanging in the center, and her silver septum piercing accentuated her rosy cheeks.
Skye snorted a laugh.“A one-year record deal with one of the five top record labels that includes five one-year options to renew, complete creative freedom on all albums produced, a sold-out cross-country stadium tour, a billboard number one album for at least thirteen weeks, and streaming numbers in the millions on at least three singles from that album.”
She rolled her eyes and flung the paper over her shoulder.“Well, is that all?”she said.“You don’t want a fucking Grammy or two?”
Remi scooped the paper off the floor and added to the listthree Grammys over a five-year period, before handing it back over.
Skye smirked.She took the paper and ripped it in half, then quarters.“It’s cute how you think you have any leverage here.”
Remi wanted to blow up.It was his default reaction, but he forced himself not to visibly react.He needed to stay levelheaded here.This was a negotiation.
It was just…Remi had never been levelheaded about anything in his life, ever.
This is for West.For the band.
A derisive laugh echoed in his head.It’s for your ego.
Skye kicked a pile of his dirty clothes out of the way and walked to his bed, plopping down with her arms extended behind her.She crossed her legs and looked around the room.
Remi followed her gaze, and shame pitted his stomach.He resisted the urge to run around the room and clean up the disaster it was almost always in.
This was his fucking room.This was his fucking house.Well, West’s house, but whatever.He wasn’t going to be embarrassed.He didn’t want to impress her.He didn’t need her to feel any kind of way about him.
Her gaze made its way back around and settled on him, taking her time to trail from his socked feet to his bare chest since he hadn’t bothered to find another shirt after ripping his off in the store.He couldn’t be mistaking the way Skye’s eyes hooded as she followed the path of his tattoos up his chest and along his neck.
A flare of heat sparked in his groin from her appreciative gaze.
She looked so fucking good on his bed.Her tight skirt showed off her plump, sexy thighs.The corset top had tiny lace straps that Remi wanted to curl his fingers under and slowly slide down her creamy shoulders to reveal the expanse of her collarbones.He’d suck on her skin until she was bruised from his mouth, until her perfection was marred, marked by his teeth for all to see.
He wondered what she’d taste like.If she’d taste like how she smelled.Bittersweet and mouthwatering.A sweetness that would punish him with a bitter aftertaste, but he’d keep coming back for more anyway.
