I glanced at his muscular, bare chest. “Are you part Arctic ground squirrel?
While I had a pretty high tolerance for the cold, it was nothing compared to him.
Head tilting, he thought for a moment. “Polar bear, maybe?”
I checked my phone, careful not to drop it like Carlos had. Fionaand Carlos were probably still in bed. Dusty was checking his social media, and chattering.
Finally, I looked over at him. “Are you talking to me?”
“I was asking you for input about my set list.” He showed me the list on his phone.
“Why does my input matter?” Surprise bloomed inside me.
“You’ve seen me perform before. You have an idea as to what songs I like to do.”
A sigh escaped my lips. Alphas. So fucking clingy. You go to a few concerts so that you could bone him after his show, because you were horny after a job, and now he seemed to think that you actually care about his music and him.
“You usually start withEat More PussyandCocksucker,” I replied, needing him to stop making puppy eyes at me.
I did like this almost a beard goatee he’d had lately.
Wait. Why did I care about his facial hair? No. I didn’t. Not one bit. Not the slutty little glasses either.
“That’s what I’ve been doing for my tour. I was thinking maybeSmall Dick Energywould be a good way to bring in the positive vibes and get the mood high.” He nodded and tapped on his phone.
“That could work. Are you going to do any of your Christmas songs? It is Christmas Eve,” I added.
“Yes. That’s it. I’ll go right into aFuckboy SantaandJingle Ballsmedley. I’ll probably mix a couple of popular Christmas songs with some of my other songs. I can’t believe I’m here. This is huge for me,” he admitted.
“It is.” Over the years his venues had grown in size drastically.
“Like there was that one fair I did with Beefy Pot Roast, where the amphitheater was like ten thousand people, but the top half was really empty. We ended up having everyone come down to the front and join us. It pissed off security. But the vibes were immaculate and we threw burritos at the crowd.” He glowed as hesaid that.
“See, no matter what, you’ll do fine. I believe in you.” Why did I say that? He’d think I actually cared if I kept saying things like that.
Dusty beamed. “Really? That means everything.”
Ugh.
“Come with me.” He tugged on my wrist as we got off the lift.
I pulled away, more out of habit than anything.
“Sorry.” Dusty looked like I kicked his puppy. “You usually like it when I touch you when we’re not around people.”
“No, I’m sorry. Reflex.” Why did I say that? If I didn’t get my act together and stop being nice, he was going to think that I was into him.
I was only into his dick.
Sure, in another life I could fall for him. There was a lot to like. But in this life, it wasn’t going to happen. After this trip, I needed to cut him off entirely and add musicians to the list of things I didn’t put into my vagina.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to go with you,” I replied. If anything, it would make my brother very jealous. That was the only reason why I recognized BroKen the second time he ruined one of my jobs.
Okay, I liked his songs for running, but I didn’t really pay attention to who sang them.
The festival had multiple stages and various areas to explore.
He led me to the artist's entrance, jumping up and down on those asinine snow skates like an over-caffeinated kangaroo.
