Great, now tomorrow’s headlines will scream “Rise Up Drummer Slater Scott Pisses His Pants,” or something along those lines.
Chapter Six
Kylie
When I walk into the small, overpriced hotel room Melanie and I are staying in, I flop onto the bed. Melanie giggles, loving my dramatics. I’m glad she’s forgiven me about our earlier fight. We’re only in Seattle for her, and we’re supposed to be having the time of our lives, not arguing about old boyfriends.
Our spat couldn’t be helped. Tonight ended worse than even my overly negative imagination could have conjured. Not only did I have to witness Slater returning from the bathroom with a lipstick-smeared, lusty eyed waitress trailing behind him, but I had to turn down an opportunity I need more than my next breath.
After mentioning to Emily I had just finished my studies in media relations and was seeking an internship, she offered me a position as her personal assistant. I was shocked. As far as I was aware, she was still attending college, so why did she need a PA?
When I worked up the courage to ask her that, Noah laughed while Emily explained that she’s the publicist for Rise Up and Big Halo, and that Cormack was pressing to add more bands to her already crammed schedule. “It isn’t glamorous, but until you find something else, it could help us both out,” she said earlier tonight.
I was on the verge of accepting her much-needed offer when I caught sight of Slater returning to our gathering. It didn’t take long to realize where he’d been the past half hour. His zipper was down, and the waitress shadowing him had ruffled hair and kiss-swollen lips.
I had been actively seeking a position the past six months, and on the cusp of being homeless, so I considered approaching Slater to seek his approval on me accepting Emily’s offer, but lost the chance when the waitress sauntered up to him with a glass of whiskey on a silver tray. When he winked at her a mere second before hitting me with the same wink, proving I’m no more special to him than a random hookup, I knew I’d never survive working alongside him, no matter how desperately I needed the job.
That’s why Melanie and I had a very public spat next to the VIP bar. She was pissed I was giving up an opportunity to better myself all because Slater “can’t keep his dick in his pants for an hour.”
I understood her argument, but since it was fueled by half-truths, I couldn’t side with it. I haven’t told anyone what happened between Slater and me, so most assume he went on to bigger and better things after leaving the poor country girl to mope at home.
In reality, it was me who left him.
And I’ve regretted it every day since.
* * *
The next morning, the disaster of last night has been set aside, and Melanie and I are beaming with excitement about the activities we’ve planned. The first thing on our to-do list is the Fifty Shades of Grey tour. Melanie and I read the series during her last hospital stay, and we’re huge fans of both the series and the author. Because of our modest budget, I printed out maps so we can use public transport instead of hiring a tour company to take us around.
Melanie’s smile beams out of her as we make our way to the elevator. “I heard a rumor Jamie Dornan is back in town. We may have missed him filming here, but my imagination has always been wonderful.” She jabs the elevator button three times, her excitement unmissable. “He can be my backup baby daddy in case things with Marcus don’t work out.”
I giggle, adoring her eagerness. “Would you call him Mr. Dornan or Mr. Grey?”
She gives me a look as if to say,don’t be silly. Jamie is Christian.
* * *
Seattle in May is breathtakingly beautiful. It was a gloriously bright blue-sky day, and the temperature was sitting at a warm eighty degrees. We visited all the locations on our map except the Heathman hotel. It was a little too far off the radar. So were some of the locations the cast filmed in Vancouver. Neither Melanie nor I have passports, so that adventure will remain on our list for another day.
By the time we walk back into our hotel, we’re deliriously tired but incredibly happy. Even seeing Slater standing in the elevator can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’m not surprised he’s staying at this hotel. It’s the closest one to the stadium Rise Up is playing at. That’s why I chose to stay here as well. It was pricey, but since we didn’t need to Uber it to the concert, we splurged.
Slater seems put-off when he notices me approaching the elevator banks, but he holds the elevator open for us to enter.
“Thank you.” I doubt he heard my praise, but it felt good giving it. Seeing him with the waitress hurt last night, but I’m not naïve. I know he hasn’t been pining over me the past two years. I’m the only idiot who’s been craving what we had in the past.
My lips twitch into a smirk when Slater’s delicious scent engulfs my senses. His manly palette still has the slight aroma of oil, which is odd considering we’re in the city. When he coughs a little, my eyes snap up to him. He has a suspicious smirk etched on his face, his brows arched. He relieves my curious smirk by dropping his eyes down low. When I follow his gaze, I inwardly curse. In an attempt to get a better whiff of his intoxicating scent, I leaned in close. Half an inch closer and I’d be humping his leg.
“Sorry.” I inch back, mortified as hell.
Fortunately, when the elevator dings, it opens on the floor Melanie and I are staying on. I usher Melanie into the hallway, embarrassed Slater busted me sniffing him, while also grateful Melanie was too busy scanning the photos on her phone to pay attention to anything that just transpired.
Regrettably, the snapped-shut doors don’t stop me from hearing Slater’s deep, pussy-clenching chuckle. I’m glad he’s entertained, because I’m never leaving my hotel room again.
* * *
Melanie and I spend the remainder of our night drinking margaritas we mixed in the wine cooler bucket in our room. We don’t have fancy glasses, so we use the paper cups the hotel supplies in the bathroom instead. Our lack of fancy accessories doesn’t dampen our night. We dance, laugh and cry the night away. It’s one of the most memorable days we’ve had.
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