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“Being a fangirl isn’t the same as being a groupie, don’t worry,” he says.
We both laugh, but I quickly stop when his hand trails down my leg before he pulls it away. I clear my throat and force a smile. We sit in silence for a few minutes. My eyes roam over him. He’s shirtless again and I can’t help but stare at his muscular form and vibrant tattoos. His hair is a perfect wild mess, like he’s been running his hands through it out of frustration, and this is how it ended up. His strong jaw ticks as I notice he is taking me in just the same.
I want to hide. I want the bus to swallow me whole. I’m a mess. My hair is in a messy bun on top of my head, I have no makeup on, and I’m wearing sleep shorts and a thin tank top with no bra. Today I felt sexy as hell, and even more so after he told me I looked good, but right now, I don’t compare to the women he’s used to seeing. Not that I’m trying to impress him, but still his eyes are on me.
“You did good today, Lorelei. You kept us on track and handled the VIP with ease. You should be proud,” he whispers.
I feel myself blush and I’m thankful for the little light provided. “Thank you, Kegan. That means a lot.”
I think back to before the concert when I was ready to knock on the door to tell him it was almost time. I overheard him and Lane talking. He was so incredibly sweet with his brother. He knew exactly what to say to stop his fears and get him hyped up for the show. It was heartwarming and I could hear the love they have for each other and their mother. I’ve noticed this a lot with him. He’s so different with the guys than he is in the public eye. He’s funny, caring, sweet, and laid back with them. In public he only shows that arrogant asshole. I mean, he’s even doing it with me right now. This tender, caring side that the world doesn’t see. He’s showing me and I decide I’m going to say what I held back earlier.
“Can I tell you something?” I ask.
“Of cou
rse,” he says, tapping his fingers on the table to the beat of one of their songs.
I swallow my nerves and just go for it. I’m their publicist, it’s my job. I drop my knees and fold my hands on the table, appearing more professional.
“So, I’ve noticed something with you,” I begin.
He lifts an eyebrow and gives me that sexy smirk. “Oh yeah?”
I lightly laugh and reach over to smack his hand. “Not like that.” I clear my throat and he folds his arms, causing his muscles to flex in response. “The guy you are when you are with your friends and even with me the last few days, that’s the guy you should let the world see. It would be so much better for the appearance of the band and for you.”
There I said it, and I didn’t burst into flames and die. He stares at me a minute before I physically see his defenses go up. His eyes harden, his jaw ticks and his hands tighten into fists. Shit.
“You’re here because the label put you here, but I will never fucking change. Not for them, not for my appearance, and sure as hell not for you. Your job is to keep our private lives out of the headlines, that’s it. We aren’t friends, don’t go confusing things.”
Ouch. He really is such an asshole. The nice guy only slips out on accident and he hates it. I think back to how inappropriate he was at the VIP event and my anger starts to take over. “You’re out of control around the public. The way you were nearly fucking those girls in front of everyone tonight was uncalled for. If you want to keep gaining success, you’ll listen to me. You’ll do what I say. I can’t keep your private life out of the headlines when it’s out there for everyone to see.”
The smirk I love to hate creeps into place. He stands up and rests one hand on the table and the other on the back of the bench I’m sitting in. He leans down, getting much too close to my face. My breathing picks up and I want to pull my gaze away from his, but I can’t. I’m sucked in.
“Jealousy is not a flattering trait, angel. But I’ll tell you what. If you want me to be more accommodating, I’m gonna need some convincing.” His eyes bounce between mine and he moves his lips to my ear. “Let me fuck you,” he whispers.
My body reacts to his words without my permission. My nipples harden and my panties get wet. I’ve never been this turned on without even being touched. His deep, raspy voice and tantalizing words are more than enough.
He straightens and the spell he had me under is broken. I push past him, being sure to knock into his shoulder as I do. I grab my phone and lock myself in the bathroom.
Couldn’t take my judgement could you, big guy?
I know it’s late, but I dial Blair and hope she’s up working.
“Lei, what’s wrong?” she rushes out.
“I need you both, get Haven,” I say.
I hear her curse as she puts me on speaker phone. “What happened?”
I tell them everything that happened, ending with him telling me to let him fuck me.
“Holy shit,” Haven says.
“Don’t take that crap,” Blair yells.
“Every time I feel like I’ve turned a corner, he reminds me that I need to take two steps back. He’s frustrating, cocky, and…”
“A turn on,” Haven says, laughing.
