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“He’s ready to start, Sparks,” Tinsley calls softly.
Sparks nods and tells security to start letting people come up. A black marker is handed to me, and I grip it tightly. Tinsley is close enough that I can smell her perfume. It makes my cock weep.
The first couple of people move toward me, and I grow stiff but fight the urge to run. It’s two women. They’re short and blonde. Nothing like Tiny. My lust begins to fade.
“Hi! Would you mind signing this for me?” one of them asks. There’s a black T-shirt in her hands. The same picture of me that’s on the tour bus has been printed on the material.
“What’s your name?” I attempt to sound interested.
Her eyelashes flutter over and over again as her friend clutches a CD to her chest.
“Natalie,” she squeaks.
With a tug, I take the shirt from her and sign it. Her eyes are wide when she takes it back and lets her friend hand me her CD. It’s the first and only EP I’ve released with Reggie so far. After it sat in the top charts for two weeks, I got the call from Garrison about the tour.
The second girl is calmer as she waits for me to sign the CD. “Can you sign this to Sam? He’s my boyfriend and really wanted to come tonight, but work, you know?”
I nod and sign it before handing it back.
“Can we get a picture?” T-shirt girl asks.
I swallow my refusal. Sparks would only tell them yes if I turned them away. “Yes.”
It’s awkward. They seem comfortable touching me. Like I’m a friend, not a stranger. I try not to be so tense, but as their arms move around my waist, I feel my stomach turn over.
Wrong.Very wrong.
The moment Sparks snaps the photo, I step back and away. Both women flash me a grin and then shuffle off together, words whispered between them. If they noticed my discomfort, they didn’t care.
One after the other, the fans reach me. Some have merchandise they’ve purchased tonight for me to sign, while others brought things from home. Every single one has wanted a photo, but it’s gone smoothly.
Until a woman wearing one of my concert shirts that’s been ripped down the front to expose her tits and a short leather skirt reaches me. I take a step back. She has gold stars on both her cheeks, and they become distorted when she grins.
“Do you have anything for me to sign?” I ask, noticing her empty hands.
Her grin turns to a smirk. The slit in her shirt grows larger when she grabs both sides of it and spreads her fists. One of her tits nearly pops out as she leans toward me and rasps, “Can you sign right here? Make it out to Golden Girl, please.”
Before I have the chance to tell her to fuck off, footsteps clunk hard against the floor. When I look over and see Tinsley stalking toward us, her eyes glowing with outrage, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to howl in satisfaction.
That’s it, baby. Come stake your claim.
15
TINSLEY
It was going just fine.I was unaffected. Calm, cool, and collected.Proud. So. Fucking. Proud.
Then, it was as if a pair of knuckles had plowed right through my stomach and grabbed my insides in a powerful fist. It squeezed and squeezed until nausea rose, and a sudden, strange fury unlike any I’ve ever known stole my breath.
I felt myself unravelling with each forced hug and lingering smile I was forced to watch, one thread at a time. There was nothing left by the time the woman with the dangerous smirk sauntered toward Noah. I was a ticking time bomb, and the idea of detonating was almost thrilling.
But there was nothing thrilling about watching the woman push her chest in his face. I barely felt myself moving after I heard her ask for him to sign them with my name—mine! All I knew was that they were getting closer by the minute, and it wasn’t them that were moving.
Noah’s eyes bore into me, but I ignore him. Deep inside, I know this isn’t his fault. My reactions and feelings are my own, even if I don’t understand them. But right now, the voice in my head screaming at the sight of them is too loud to focus on the part that’s trying to remain sane. I don’t understand what’s happening, and I don’t have time to try to dissect it.
The woman baring her chest gawks at me, one of her dark brown eyebrows curling into her hairline as I close in. I can’t get my legs to stop moving until I’m so close to her that the tips of our shoes touch. Noah is behind me, and I realize that I’ve stepped in front of him, acting like some weird, possessive bodyguard.
A hush falls over the room, but Sparks is talking, ordering people around. She’s probably trying to clear the room before a scandal breaks.
