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“Got to get back to real life.” The other woman eyed Della’s coffee like it held a youth serum.
“Well, I hope you had a great time.” Della handed over her mug, and the woman smiled with gratitude.
“It was the best.” The brunette sounded dreamy. “I’ve lusted after Van since I was fourteen. Had his posters all over my walls.”
Ugh. I’m so lame.
Della and six million other fans all believed they’d felt a special connection to him.
“And this is the first time he’s ever offered the add-on meet and greet, so I grabbed it. I never imagined he’d pick me—well, us for the night. And it was better than I could have imagined.”
The one drinking the coffee checked her phone. “Our car’s two minutes away.”
“I can’t wait to tell everybody I slept with Van Claybourne,” the brunette said. “Well, not my parents. Or my sister who would absolutely find a way to blurt it out during Thanksgiving dinner. And afterwards she’d be all, Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” She rolled her eyes.
Behind them, Van strolled down the hallway wearing nothing but gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. She didn’t know when he found the time to work out, but that chest was ripped. When he cocked an arm to run a hand through his famously tousled hair, his biceps popped.
Everything about him screamed sex. He was truly the hottest man she’d ever seen.
The women must’ve noticed her reaction because they both swung around and squealed, draping themselves all over him.
He gave them his lazy grin, letting them run their hands over his bare chest, and when his gaze connected with hers, she smiled.
Until the message in his eyes broke through.
It was her job to herd them off the bus.
Right. Got it.
“Okay, ladies, make sure you’ve got your phones. I texted your flight information. And whose shoes are those?”
The brunette slid her feet into the wedged sandals, and then they both kissed Van, waving as they headed off the bus.
Once they left, he gave her a chin nod. “Thanks.”
“Hey, that’s why you pay me the big bucks.” She reached out a hand. “I’m Della Swanson. Martin’s assistant gave me the calendar and a list of things to do today, but if you need anything, just let me know, and I’m on it.” She turned to the cabinet. “And number one on that list is to make your tea.” She searched the shelves but wasn’t sure if she was looking for a box of tea bags or a canister of loose leaf.
She didn’t see either, so she pulled her phone out of her pocket, quickly scanning the email. All it said was to make his Throat Cure tea. “I’ll stay out of your hair as much as possible but get me started here. Where would I find the tea?”
“The last PA probably took it with her. She was pissed.”
His voice was probably the most recognized in the entire world. And I cannot believe I’m standing right here, talking to him. “Well, whatever happened the night before, that party must’ve been a doozy.” She had to figure out something, so she did a quick search for homemade remedies to soothe vocal cords and found quite a few suggestions. There was only one, though, that she could pull off. “How about I make something with lemon and honey until I can get to the store? I assume we’re in Salt Lake City?” She lifted her gaze to find him chugging a bottle of water. Head tipped back, that muscular chest on display, she could only stare at this stunning male body. The well-defined pecs, the six-pack, and that incredibly sexy V leading to the outline of his semi in those sweatpants.
Okay, dude, really?
Once again, he caught her staring. He might be all easy-going rocker, but he didn’t miss a thing.
Determined to act more professional, she tore her gaze away. “I’ll add the tea to my to-do list.” If she was going to work with him, she had to get a handle on this crush. “Along with ‘Don’t ogle the rock star.’”
He broke into a sexy grin.
“Hey, if you don’t want me looking, wear a shirt.”
He chuckled. “You can look all you want.”
Wait, was that an invitation? Was the man she’d dreamed about for ten years available to her?
If he slept with his assistants, that might explain why the last one had stolen his special tea. She was a spurned lover.
