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Hungover, cranky, and hungry as hell, I let Van in. But all my irritation vanished as I took in the concerned expression on his face.
I ordered room service and took a quick shower while Van worked on his phone.
Okay, maybe the shower wasn’t so quick. I did manage to jerk off again under the heated spray of the water.
Hey, the man I was lusting over for what seemed like forever was in my hotel room, looking sleep-rumpled and sexy. Can you blame me?
An hour later, with full bellies and caffeinated veins, Van sprung the news on me.
And I, to say the least, was not taking it well.
Fucking Greg.
“You know I can’t do that, Brodie, come on. I’ve got a shitload of stuff on my plate for this event,” Van snapped and passed over his phone. “Here’s the list of possible dates Greg sent. Review their pictures and profiles and let me know which one you… want.”
Van looked as happy about this as I did, a dark scowl on his face.
“None of them,” I answered without looking at his offered phone. “I want none of them.”
“It’s just for show. And when the head of the label tells you to do something, you do it.”
“What’s he going to do if I say no? You think he’s gonna threaten me? Or the rest of the guys? I don’t fucking think so. Fans are already clamoring for our next album, our next tour. How many tens of millions did we make for him this year alone? We’re the ones paying his fucking mortgages, not to mention the alimony for his four ex-wives. He should be kissing my ass, not threatening it.”
Van burst out laughing, and the deep, husky sound filled me with a happiness I couldn’t explain.
It was just the best sound in the world.
The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, and that dimple in his cheek made an appearance.
I drank in the sight of him like an addict needing my fix.
God, did he know how fucking beautiful he was? I wanted to see him laugh every goddamn day.
“How about you do it for me, then? Since I don’t want to get fired,” Van replied as he rubbed a hand over his jaw.
He hadn’t bothered shaving this morning, and I was a fucking fan. I wanted that scruff on my face, my nipples, my thighs… and shit, so much for the morning wank session.
“I’ll agree to it on one condition.”
“You don’t need to barter to get me to spend the day with you. I’m here, aren’t I?”
I leaned forward on my elbows. “I thought this was a business breakfast.”
“It is, but it’s also you and me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. I could’ve just called or texted.”
Van raised one eyebrow, and I nodded in return.
“So, what are we doing sitting in this hotel room? We’ve got a city to explore.”
If I wanted to convince Van that taking a chance on me, on us, was worth the risk it entailed, I needed to show him that I was all in.
And not just in a horizontal way.
Not that I didn’t think about that every moment of the day, but there was more to him and me than sexual chemistry.
Much, much more.
I got up and held out my hand, hoping, please, God, just fucking take my hand.
