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sp; She shakes her head, laughing. “The VIP fans will be coming back soon. You guys are expected to hang out with them for an hour. There are quite a few so make sure you spend a bit of time with all of them. They’ve paid a lot of money for it.”
This part is always fun. I love getting to know the fans better and the excitement when they meet us is always humbling.
“Where’s the alcohol?” I ask, pulling my shirt up to wipe my sweaty face.
She looks around and pulls a walkie talkie from off her clipboard and asks someone. “I don’t know why they didn’t do that,” she says, more to herself.
“It’s cool, don’t get stressed about it,” Everett says, dropping his arm around her shoulders. “Any chance we have dry shirts in here?”
“Fuck,” she says, pulling away from him. “I forgot them out there. I’ll be right back.”
She runs out of the room and I shoot Everett a look.
“What? I was just asking,” he says.
She doesn’t get back in time and the VIP fans start piling in. It’s a blur of pictures, small talk, flirting, and finally getting a beer.
“Kegan, we are huge fans,” a blonde says, pushing up against me.
“Thanks,” I say.
She bites her lip and reaches out touching my arm. “You want some company after this?”
Normally, I wouldn’t even need to think. I’d grab her ass and give her a knowing grin. But I glance over my shoulder and I see Lorelei laughing with Lane and I step back.
“I’ve got plans,” I say.
She slides a piece of paper into my pocket and keeps her hand much too close to my cock. “My number in case plans change.”
I nod and walk away.
What the hell are you doing to me, angel?
Chapter Ten
Lorelei
I sip my coffee as I read over everything I’ve written. News broke about Olivia coming and the rumors have been outrageous. I need to clean it up and I’ve been up all night trying to do just that. I’ve called the magazines and papers asking for a retraction. I’ve written a perfect response that everyone will want to read. I just need to make sure Olivia stays the fuck away from reporters. She was all too happy to come in and crush Remi with not only saying she didn’t love him anymore, but that she found someone new. I was grateful they had this conversation off the bus because the guys were ready to draw blood.
The headlines are saying that Remi cheated or that he destroyed her. It’s absurd, but I have a feeling Olivia has been getting paid well for these bullshit stories. I’ll make sure that’s taken care of, too. It all just proves she was sticking it out with him for the money.
Remi got trashed the night she left, but since that night he seems lighter. When I said that I didn’t see the look of love in his eyes, I was bullshitting. I have no idea if there is such a look, but I was right to listen to the guys. They know him better than he knows himself it seems.
It’s like that with them all. The bond they have is something I understand because I have it with Haven and Blair.
I close my laptop and push it aside as I stand up and stretch. It’s definitely time to get some sleep. We have another concert tomorrow and a meet and greet. After that, we have a few days until we need to be on the road again and I’m excited because we’ll be in a hotel. A real bed and shower.
As I pad toward my bunk, I hear Kegan in the main bedroom. He’s singing softly and I stop to listen. The others are snoring loudly, and I can’t really hear the words. I step closer to the door, noticing that it’s not closed all the way. There’s a small stream of light coming out and I hear him humming. I grin thinking he’s up working too.
I bite my lip and lightly knock on the door.
“Yeah?”
I push it open and he’s sitting on the bed with papers scattered all over it. He’s got a pen in his hand and he’s writing something down, not paying any attention to who just walked in. He’s shirtless and my eyes skate across his colorful arms as they flex while he writes. In the moment, I am consumed by him. He’s not trying to impress anyone; he’s completely focused on what he’s doing. He has no idea the sex appeal that is pouring off of him.
He lifts his eyes and when he notices it’s me, his head lifts and he grabs the back of his neck. “Oh hey,” he says, looking back down at the papers.
