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“We’re leaving for Auckland, New Zealand, in two weeks.”
“That should be enough time for him to stabilize.”
“I hope so.” I tugged at the strand of hair that had come loose from my braid. Although nervous about dealing with the bad boy, I was looking forward to a change of routine. Since returning from Latin America, apart from a couple of visits to Dad—who’d deteriorated so much he was confusing me more and more with Mom—there hadn’t been much I could do yet. I’d kept busy by reading up on how to help a recovering alcoholic in between hanging out with Phoenix, Axel’s wife. They lived in the same gated Hollywood Hills community, as did everyone else in the band.
The sound of male voices approaching alerted me to Pierce and Joe’s arrival. Joe parked his broad butt in the chair next to Carolyn—he was rooming with us for the duration—but Pierce was dressed in swim shorts and stayed standing.
My eyes feasted on him. God, he was beautiful. All abs, and muscles and hotness. My tongue was in danger of falling out of my mouth, and I swallowed hard.
“Wanna take a dip with me, Yankee Girl?” He indicated toward the infinity pool with a shaky hand.
“I’d love to,” I said, and I would. It was a hot August afternoon and a swim would cool me down…in more ways than one. “I’ll go and change.”
My bedroom was one of five on the upper floor, overlooking the front yard. Pierce had mentioned once that he’d gotten the décor done by an interior designer, and it showed. The entire house was tastefully modeled in whites and creamy colors, the furnishings modern but comfortable, the marble tiled floors elegant and cool underfoot. It was exactly the kind of house I’d buy if I won the lottery… not that I ever bought a ticket, ha. I dragged my footsteps, wondering how many groupies Pierce had brought home to this gorgeous place, and I gave an involuntary wince.
In my room, I unzipped my boyfriend jeans, shrugged off my tee and bra then pulled on a tankini. After smearing my face with sunscreen, I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and raced back downstairs.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Carolyn heaved herself to her feet as I approached. “I’ll call Jake and let him know you’re taking over from tonight.”
“So soon?” My chest squeezed.
Her gaze swiveled to where Pierce was ploughing up and down the pool. “I checked him over before he jumped into the water. He’s physically strong. His body is managing to fight off alcohol addiction, but the psychological effects will be more long term.”
“Yeah, I know.” My research had told me as much, and I hugged my arms. “Can I call you if I need advice?”
“Of course, you can, sweetie. I’ll give you my number before I leave.”
She gave me a hug and I watched her as she strolled toward the glass floor to ceiling door. With a flick of the switch she opened it and disappeared into the house.
Joe had also gotten to his feet. “I’ll take a break, if that’s okay,” he said, rolling his massive shoulders.
“Of course.” I high fived him. “We’ll see you at dinner. I ordered in earlier and we’ll eat at seven.”
I unwrapped my towel and placed it on a chair. Suddenly anxious about being alone with Pierce, I sucked in a quick breath.
Jesus, girl. Get a grip on yourself.Chapter 5PierceI trod water in the deep end of the pool, enjoying the sight of Hayley as she made her way across the decking, her tits almost bouncing out of the top of her tankini.
I’d give anything to cup them and suck them and fucking bite them.
Whoa, mate. Not gonna happen. She’s not the kinda girl who’d be up for a one-night stand and you’re not the kinda bloke who’d offer more than that…
My dick had stiffened and I dove down into the depths, where I quickly adjusted myself. A ripple in the water, and I opened my eyes. A pint-sized body was swimming toward me, but the chlorine had started stinging, so I shot upward to resurface and shake the droplets from my long hair. Usually tied back except when I was on stage, it hung annoyingly heavy and wet down the sides of my face.
Yankee Girl popped up like a cork from a bottle. She swam to the shallow end and I joined her. “How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Like I’ve been run over by a steamroller, to be honest. And the fucking meds have turned me into a zombie.”
I made a face at her like I was one of the walking dead, and she laughed. “You gotta let things take their course. Carolyn explained that we need to reduce the pills slowly until you can manage without.”
“Thought I was gonna die on the plane home.” I grimaced. “I’ve never experienced pain like that. I hope I never have to again.”
