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“I’m starting to feel the time difference, so I think I’ll take a nap before we all meet later this evening for dinner. That is if I’m still rooming with you.”
“I can’t have my PR manager slumming somewhere not near me. Besides, Mikey has an old friend who’s coming to visit, Stix well, he is visiting with his kid. Sebastian is a nudist and loves to meditate and do yoga bare arsed, so that leaves you no choice really. Unless you like looking at men naked.”
“Simon, I have no energy to battle with you, so you win this round.” I reach into my satchel and pull-out schedules for the guys to review. “Now fellas, here are your room keys, the itinerary for the radio interview tomorrow, the time we are leaving, and of course dinner schedule. Any questions?”
“I honestly feel like a schoolboy on a holiday with his friends. You could loosen up a little,” Sebastian quips.
The elevator doors slide open, and two females recognize the band and start screaming. The operator quickly closes the door, and we continue to ascend.
“Not when you have fans like that running around. So, stick to the schedule please.”
The elevator stops and the doors open once again. This time we all exit and go to our perspective rooms. The bellmen carry our luggage and Simon relieves me of my satchel.
We arrive at the door and the concierge opens it while the bellhop unloads our suitcases.
“Madame, would you like to have a glass of chilled wine with your bath?” The concierge asks.
“Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you.”
“Very well, I will draw your water now. Will you be joining her sir?”
“No, he will not,” I quickly interject, not giving Simon even half a second to respond.
“Now c’mon, Myka. I’m sure a swim in the tub together would prove to be very relaxing.”
He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh.
“You are incorrigible.”
“Ah, but I made you smile. That’s what’s important. I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour. Scout’s honor.”
“Tuh, like you were ever in the scouts.”
“Oh, but I was. You can ask Sebastian if you like. He was there too.”
I sit on the couch, remove my heels, and massage my feet as they are released from their confines. “Were you kicked out?”
“Do you think I was bad my whole life, Myka?” He removes his shirt, revealing a beautifully sculpted body with concrete slab abs and a deep V-line. His body serves as the perfect canvas for a variety of tattoos. I can’t stop looking at them, at him.
He catches me staring or rather ogling “See something you like, Ms. Johnson?
“Huh, oh no. Probably not,” I say out of pure embarrassment.
He gives me a wickedly sexy grin and I know I will call Amber and curse her out for putting subliminal messages into my head.
“Madame, your bath is ready.” The butler announces, saving me from a very awkward situation.
“Thank you, sir.” I clear my throat. “I’m going to go in the bathroom now and do what most people do when they are in there when there is a tub.” A rush of heat overcomes me, and I scurry off to hide, closing the door tightly behind me.
I rest against the frame taking the moment to try to relax. My senses regroup and I remove my clothes, then step into the deep tub. The personal butler added petals of various flowers and luxurious bubbles to help take away the stress of the trip and I know I need all the downtime one can get.
I slide deeper into the waters, allowing them to gently kiss my ears. My hair moistens under its touch and knowing it will curl my straightened hair up means nothing to me at this moment. Besides, I have my styling tools if needed.
Speaking of, there is a certain thing I wish I had now, but some things just aren’t meant for the road with your clientele nearby. Flashes of his smile, chiseled body, and scent toy with my mind. I wonder about seeing him in a different light, outside of a professional realm.
What would that look like?
Then I remember how he was when we met; loud, rude, drunk, and living the infamous rock star lifestyle. Even though he’s put forth a change, he’s still Simon Ashton, lead singer of the band Osiris, and my client. At this point, nothing else even matters.
