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She set a bag on the table and pulled out her laptop. Before I could even get in a word, she already had my itinerary popped up and ready to go. I leaned against the doorway as I continued to listen to the couch squeak. My sister’s movements were getting more volatile, and I knew I had to do something to diffuse the situation before it got any worse.
“You ready to work?” Delia asked.
“Yep. Just got one thing, not on that itinerary that I need from you,” I said.
I could see her shuffle a little in a nervous fashion. “What that?” she asked.
“Gotta meet the baby sister,” I said.
She looked up at me with a quizzical expression but stood up from the kitchen chair. I turned and left, listening for her to follow me without speaking a word to her. We rounded into the living area where Paul and Tammy were sitting, their eyes filled with worry as Elsie continued to rock and fiddle with her fingers.
“Elsie honey, this is Delia. She’s my personal assistant. She’ll be around here a bit when I’m not on tour. Delia, this is Elsie. My sister,” I said.
I watched as Delia broke away from me and stood in front of my sister. She held her hand out to her and Elsie looked at it. Her body was still rocking, and her hands were still fidgeting, but Delia was patient with her. I could see Delia’s eyes looking around fluidly, trying to discern the type of situation she had just landed in.
And I nearly grinned when she put the pieces together.
“Hi Elsie, it’s really nice to meet you.”
Tammy and Paul were both trying to settle Elsie down as Delia kept her stance soft and still.
Elsie’s rocking slowly stopped, and I saw my sister stand to her feet. She cleared her throat and placed her hand in Delia’s, shaking it with a firm grip. I saw Elsie studying the contact, taking in the way their hands molded together. The way Delia’s fingertips folded over her hand. That was the thing with Elsie. Once she engaged in something, she had to have the time to take it in fully.
And Delia was giving her that time. Damn this woman was full of surprises. I pushed myself away from the door, trying to hide my relief. I could feel my nerves settle down, but a drink would be the perfect remedy. I heard the two of them talking as I made my way into the kitchen, searching for the bottle of booze I used to fill up my flask.
My pocket felt lighter than normal. Which meant I was almost out.
Soon, people were departing and settling down. Paul went to start his work for the day, and Delia made her way back to her laptop. Tammy and Elsie were sitting in the room, talking about that damn book Elsie had picked up. I filled up my flask before I tipped the bottle back, feeling the burning alcohol slide down my throat.
“When you’re done, come sit. We’re going over dates,” Delia said.
“Yes ma’am,” I said.
“You have four concerts laid out over the next two weeks. Your hotel rooms have been confirmed, and the tour bus has been cleaned for you and your band. You have two interviews outside of the concerts, one before the second concert and one before the third. I’m in the process of handling the media in all the towns to give you as much peace as possible but be ready to be bombarded.”
“I’ll make sure to hold my tongue,” I said.
“I was thinking more along the lines of finding a different place to store your flask.”
“My ass pocket
doesn’t work?”
“Not when your fans are constantly staring at it.”
“What is it with you?” I asked, as I turned around. “What do you have to be so offended about?”
“Besides the fact that you literally think you can take what you want without repercussions?” she asked.
Her eyes sank hard into mine, and I felt the tension growing between us. I knew what she was talking about and I knew she was angry. But damn if that emotion didn’t look good on her. I walked over toward her, bending over her shoulder so I could see my schedule. I groaned at the sheer amount of it all and sighed, noticing that Delia didn’t move away from me. No matter how much I wanted to stay away from her, I wanted Delia. I wanted her untouched body. I wanted her fiery mouth around my cock. I wanted the whole of me to silence the sass that poured from her lips. I was perched above her, one hand behind her chair and the other on the table, with a perfect view down her blouse.
Fuck. She could drive any man wild.
“You done?” she asked.
She looked up at me with those fiery eyes, all wide and brimming with hidden want.
Damn it. I was in so much fucking trouble with this one.
