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“A what?”
He chuckled before explaining what it was.
“Is that… normal?”
“Well, yeah. And it’s hot. I fucking love it.” He leaned over and kissed me. “We should get cleaned up. Then I’ve got to get some sleep.”
“Okay.” With a smile on my face, I let him carry me into the bathroom. I really needed to wash up and wished I’d brought my glasses with me because I never slept in my contacts. There was no help for it now, though, and I closed my eyes as he pulled me against him in the shower.
In the morning, or in a few hours, I’d slip out and head down to the employee lounge where I could get my things and put on clean clothes. Maybe we could even have brunch before he had to leave.
7
Zeke
My alarm went off at nine and I rolled over, expecting to find Sunny’s sweet, sexy body there, but even though the sheets were still warm, she was gone. It was too quiet for her to be in the bathroom, and I sat up curiously. Had she really snuck out like a thief in the night? I’d thought sure she would want to have breakfast, talk a little more, maybe even go another round before we had to go. Hell, I wanted to get her number, which made no sense.
I never asked women for their contact info. I barely remembered their names five minutes after we were done fucking, but I’d remember everything about last night for a long time.
She was sweet.
There was no other way to put it.
Her innocence was charming, and when she’d finally lost her inhibitions, it had been a wild night. I’d fucked her in different positions, gone down on her twice, and then taught her how to suck my dick in the shower. If I was honest, I hadn’t had such a great night in a long time. The sex was good—fantastic, really—but it was more than that. She hadn’t given a shit about my rockstar status, and it had been all about mutual pleasure, respect, and fun.
God knew, I needed more fun in my life.
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll wasn’t all it was cracked up to be sometimes. I made a stupid amount of money, but I sacrificed almost everything. Friends, family, relationships, even my health. It took a lot to tour eleven months of the year. I couldn’t remember my last real vacation, or the last time I’d hung out with non-musician friends. I had a mansion in Benedict Canyon, and my parents lived there with my grandmother and a handful of staff. I literally had no idea what went on in my own house.
At some point, that had to change.
Maybe spending time with a sweet girl like Sunny could bring some light to my otherwise dark existence. Maybe she could show me how to have fun again. I even felt like writing a song, words rumbling through my brain as I showered, shaved and got dressed. I had a feeling Sunny was downstairs, in that employee lounge, probably looking for clean clothes, or to fix her makeup or something. Women tended to worry about things like runny mascara.
Personally, I thought she was perfect the way she was, but it wouldn’t hurt to see her in jeans or something. And I definitely wanted to feed her. I found her beautiful, but her ribcage was painfully obvious when she was naked, and her hip bones protruded more than I thought they should. My family was Armenian, so I’d grown up in an atmosphere where food was plentiful and women had a little meat on their bones. If I thought her slimness was natural, it would’ve been fine, but my gut told me she didn’t eat enough.
I went downstairs, smiling at a handful of employees I passed. The storm had ended but there was a mountain of snow outside, so no one was going anywhere until the plows came. Which meant I had time to find Sunny. Feed her. Fuck her again. My mouth watered at the memory of her squirting all over my cock early this morning. It would be so fucking hot if she did it when I was going down on her.
I remembered the hallway where the employee lounge had been and hesitated outside the door. It was open about a foot, and I heard voices inside. I probably shouldn’t go inside if there were other employees, especially women, changing and such.
A man was talking, and it sounded like he was on speaker phone. “Presley, the deadline is right around the corner. Did you get the Onyx Knight interview?”
“I’m working on it.”
I froze.
That was Sunny’s voice.
Lee. Presley.
Wasn’t that the name of that journalist the other night?
Son of a bitch.
“Well, work faster. You don’t have a lot of time.”
“I will. Promise. Look, I have to go.”
“Text me later with an update.”
