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  “Does me being half naked bother you?” Wearing almost nothing, I stare straight at him. I’m not sure what he is thinking, but I might see a twinkle in his eyes. He doesn’t have time to say anything because I turn and walk to the back of the bus, my ass on full display because of the thong.

  “Well, that was interesting.” I hear Trisha from just outside my door, probably standing at her bunk. Peeling off the top of the bra, I wince. It’s almost like a Band-Aid, and you just have to rip it off. The bottom is easier. Turning on the water in the shower, I jump right in. The water goes from cold to warm, but knowing all three of us have to shower means I don’t waste time in the shower. I grab my pink lace panties and matching sports bra, then slide on a hot pink fluffy robe and tie it at the waist. Walking out, I nod at Trish, and she gets up and goes to the bathroom.

  “Shower is free.” I walk down toward the kitchen, and I see that Cori is setting things on a plate. Brian is on the couch, and his shirt is freed of one more button. He looks up at me from his phone.

  Going over and sitting in the chair in front of him, I cross my legs, and the robe opens just a touch. Cori comes over and puts my plate down in front of me. It’s grilled chicken and roasted vegetables. I groan inwardly. Looking down and then back up again at Cori, I see her standing there with her hand on her hip waiting for me to complain. “You know what I could go for right now?”

  “I’m all ears.” Cori turns to go back to the kitchen and starts cleaning up things.

  “Chick-fil-A.” I smile big at her. “Like the five hundred-piece bites.” I nod my head. “That would be amazing.”

  “Okay, well, I’ll put that on my list for next time.” Cori turns and grabs another bottle of water and gives it to me. “Drink. Now, I know how you get after the shows, but I’m about dead on my feet,” she tells me, knowing that I can’t sleep after the show.

  “Go to bed and don’t worry about me.” I cut into the chicken that looks like rubber. I’m sure it tastes great, but it’s not Chick-fil-A. Cori looks at me and then turns to look at Brian.

  “I hid all the knives, so no matter how mad you get at her, she can’t shank you, but she does have forks.” She smiles and walks away, and I watch Brian tilt his head back and laugh out loud. His laughter fills the room, settling me for some odd reason, and it bothers me.

  “Don’t laugh.” I look at him, putting a piece of chicken in my mouth and then pointing my fork at him. I see Trisha come out of the back room, and Jackie goes into the bathroom. Trisha goes to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and then she starts moving things around. “If you are looking for Chick-fil-A, there is none.” Trisha laughs while grabbing a pizza pocket and throwing it in the microwave.

  “This woman and her Chick-fil-A,” Trisha says, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge and a bag of chips. When the microwave beeps, she grabs her food and walks to her bunk, getting in and closing the curtain.

  “Welcome to the most anti-social bus of life,” I say between bites. “You’ll get used to it.”

  “Does this happen all the time?” he asks me, looking to see Jackie come out of the back room and just go to her bed. She is going to crash and then wake up in four hours starving.

  “Yeah.” I stand, taking my plate to the sink and washing it. “The girls usually just crash.”

  “What about you?” I look at him while I dry the plate in my hand. “Do you just crash?”

  “No.” I shake my head as I walk over to the couch. Sitting down, I curl my feet under me, then reach out and grab the remote. “I am usually too wired after a show. So I stay up watching movies all night long or until I crash.” The television turns on, and I flip on Netflix and start a movie.

  “Do you mind that I’m here?” he asks me softly, my eyes going to his as we look into each other’s eyes. He’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but I don’t say anything in case my mouth decides to give me word vomit. “I’m going to go change, and I’ll be back.”

  I don’t say anything. Instead, I watch him walk to his bunk, then squat down, grabbing his bag and taking out a change of clothes. He saunters to the back, and I continue to watch him, then listen as he enters the bathroom and turns on the shower two seconds later. “You are so creepy,” I say to myself. Opening the drawer under the couch, I grab a pillow and place it in the middle of the couch, giving him enough room to sit if he comes back. Lying down, I throw my legs over the arm of the couch and let them hang. I listen to him come out and go to his bunk, and I have no idea what is going to happen. When I hear his footsteps come closer, I look at him and quickly look back at the screen. “I can move if you don’t have enough space,” I say quietly. His hair is still wet, little droplets lingering on the ends, and his jogging pants hang low on his hips. He sits next to me, and the scent of his body wash envelops me. My eyes don’t move off the television while he stretches his legs out in front of him. My eyes get heavier and heavier. I’ve never crashed so early after a show. I feel warmth over me, but my eyes are so heavy, and I just sink into the blackness.

  The hissing is what wakes me up, and my eyes slowly come into focus. I’m on the tour bus couch where I dozed off, but my head is now on Brian’s lap. Turned on my side now, I have my brown blanket draped at my waist. “I know you’re up.” I hear him and then look up at him. “Can you please get up?” he hisses, and I push up to my side, holding myself up with my hand. The blanket falls, and my robe now hangs open. I grab the cover and bring it to my chest while he walks into the back of the bus, climbing into his bunk and shutting his curtain. I hear laughter coming from the table, and I see Jackie sitting there.

  “What are you laughing at?” I ask her, and she scoops another spoonful of cereal, bringing it to her mouth.

  She finally swallows. “I’m laughing at the fact that”—she points her spoon toward the bunk—“that man is going to get a case of blue balls.”

  I roll my eyes and don’t bother to answer her as I walk to the back of the bus. Shutting the door, I climb into bed when I look over and see that it’s almost four a.m. I toss and turn in the bed and then sit up, taking the robe off and tossing it to the end of the bed. I lie back down and stare off into the dark of the bus, trying to shut off my mind, but the last thing I think about before finally falling asleep is how peacefully I slept with him on the couch.

  Chapter Eight

  Brian

  The bus stopping for gas woke me. When I fell asleep, her pillow was leaning on my leg, but now I feel her hair in my hand. I look down and see that her head is in my lap and my cock is full-on saluting her. The pillow looks like it’s under her neck, her long hair is all over my chest and legs. The cover I placed on her is at her waist, and her robe gapes open at the top, showing her light pink sports bra. I see the white band around the bottom with the black Calvin Klein logo.

  Her body goes from light to heavy, and I know she’s awake but faking. A snicker from the other side of the bus makes me finally look up, and I see that Jackie is there eating cereal. “I know you’re up,” I hiss out at Kellie, and she looks up. “Can you please get up?” She raises on her arm and now the top of the robe really opens, and I see her hard nipples.

  I don’t say anything. I just stomp back to my bunk and get in, closing the curtain. There is not enough legroom for me, and I know this will be a long fucking three months. My cock didn’t get the memo that she is off limits, that she is in the no-go zone. I turn to the side and hear feet walk by my bunk and then the door shuts. I guess she’s in bed. I finally fall asleep, and when I wake up some six hours later, I’m in the same position. I open the curtain and put my feet out first. Standing, I hold the side of the bus while I walk to the bathroom. Just like in the shower, I have to duck to get in and then get out. I walk to the couch and see the four girls all sitting around. Jackie and Cori are sitting at the table, while Trisha and Kellie sit on the couch with their legs tucked under them. Kellie is out of her robe. Her hair is piled on top of her head; she is wearing a pink long-sl
eeved shirt, and a blanket is draped over her legs. She holds a coffee cup in both hands.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Cori says to me. “I just made coffee.” She points at the coffee machine sitting out.

  “Good morning, ladies,” I say, opening the cupboards to look for a cup.

  “There is cream and milk in the fridge, and the sugar is in the cupboard over the stove,” Cori says, turning around and then typing away on her laptop in front of her.

  “I’m going back to bed,” Trisha says, walking past me to her bunk.

  I pour the coffee in the cup and take a long gulp. Turning, I lean on the counter and see that the girls are now all looking at me. “What happened?”

  “Nothing,” Jackie says. “We are just wondering how you sleep in the bunk?”

  I smile, taking another sip of coffee. Walking over to the couch, I take a seat and stretch out my legs. “It’s tight.”

  “No shit,” Jackie says, laughing and getting up to stretch. “It’s naptime,” she says, also going to the back. I look at my watch and see it’s almost ten a.m.

  “Did you sleep okay?” Kellie asks from next to me, and I look over at her. From the softness of her face and the sleepiness in her eyes, I know she just got up also.

  “Yeah,” I answer her, taking another sip of coffee. Cori gets up, walks to the back of the bus, and shuts the door.

  “If it’s too tight for you, we can switch,” Kellie says quietly, reaching for the remote.

  “I’ll be fine, baby.” The baby slips out, and her head whips around to look at me. “Did you just get up?” I ask her, hoping we don’t have to discuss the fact I just called her fucking baby.

  “Yeah, not too long ago.” She doesn’t make eye contact with me. “We should be at the hotel in four hours.” I don’t answer her. Instead, I look at the television and see she’s turned on Judge Judy. I watch a bit of it, then get up and go to my bunk to grab my laptop and phone. I go back and sit at the table. Opening the laptop, I see that she is moving from one side of the couch to the other, stretching out her legs on the couch and lying down. I go through my emails and then pull up the hotel information to familiarize myself with the layout. We are staying in a separate block from the others staying in the hotel. We have our own cottage. Cori is right next door to us and has the one-bedroom suite while we have a two-bedroom cottage. I send Rachel an email with our first stop to make sure she knows where I’m going to be and to see if she has an update for me. Our own private security team will go in and do a quick sweep before we arrive.

  “Okay,” Cori says, coming back to the table, “we have a dinner tonight.” She looks at Kellie, who just looks at her. “I know I said it was a relax day, but we have no choice.”

  “Why?” I lean back in my chair, putting my hands on the armchair. “If she doesn’t want to go, she shouldn’t have to go.”

  “I get that.” Cori looks at me and then at Kellie. “And you know I wouldn’t ask if I could get you out of it.”

  “Who is it with?” Kellie asks, pausing the show.

  “Henry.” Cori says the name, and I have no idea who she’s talking about, but when I see Kellie’s eyes go wide, it’s clear she knows.

  “Shut up.” She throws her head back and lets out a huge laugh. “He’s the hottest thing out there, and he wants to have dinner with me?” My eyes fly to Cori, but she avoids looking at me.

  “I owe his PA a favor, and well, he’s as she puts it madly in love with you, and she wants to set you guys up.”

  “Sure,” Kellie says at the same time I say, “Fuck no.” Both of them look at me, Kellie crossing her arms over her chest.

  “And why the fuck not?” she goads me, almost glaring.

  I look at Cori now, trying to find a good excuse without it being obvious that it bothers me. “Do you know who this guy is? What restaurant? We need to make sure it’s safe.”

  “I doubt it will be a problem,” Cori says. “I know Henry travels with at least one bodyguard.” I roll my eyes.

  “What time?” Kellie asks, getting up, and I see that she’s wearing tiny booty shorts under her pink shirt, but the shirt covers her shorts. If you didn’t know she was wearing shorts, you would think she was going commando.

  “Eight,” Cori says, and then looks at me. “Are you going to come with us?”

  “Where she goes, I go,” I tell her, and she just nods her head.

  “So I’ll book two tables then.”

  “Why two?” I ask her, confused.

  “Well, we aren’t going to sit at their table.” Cori laughs. “You can sit at the table with Monica and me.”

  “I’m excited,” Kellie says, going to her bedroom and closing the door after her.

  “What are the chances you aren’t going to go hulk on all of this?” Cori asks me now, mimicking my posture in her chair.

  “No reason for me to go hulk,” I tell her. “I have a job to do, and that just so happens to mean I have to watch her.”

  She nods her head. “Well, then we need to discuss what is going to happen if they go home together.” I feel the tension start to fill my body, and I grab the arms of the chair hard. My fingertips are turning white, and I bite down. She observes my actions, so I lock it down.

  “She wants to go to his house and fuck,” I tell her, my stomach turning. Just as it did when I picked her up and delivered her to her boyfriend, knowing full well what was going on. “I’ll wait outside. Not the first time.”

  “Good,” Cori says and gets up. Closing her laptop, she walks to her bunk, leaving me all alone in the living room. My grip on the chair loosens, and I let out a huge breath. Now would be a great time to go to the gym and smash a punching bag. But instead, I have four hours to lock it down. I close my laptop, then grab the remote. I flip the channels but don’t focus on anything. For the rest of the time, she doesn’t come out of her room, and neither does anyone else.

  The driver announces that we will be arriving in fifteen minutes, and slowly they all appear from their bunks. I wait for them to get their things together and then go and get my own stuff. She walks out of the room as soon as the driver puts the bus in park. She is wearing jeans now, regular blue jeans cut in the knees and a Kellie Hudson T-shirt with black and red Gucci flip-flops. Her hair still piled on her head, she walks by me without looking at me, and I follow her off the bus. Cori is waiting at the door for us. “Get in the golf cart,” she tells Kellie, and Kellie walks over to the golf cart, sitting in the passenger seat. She hands me the key card to the cottage. “Here, I have stuff to get settled. Follow the signs.” She points at the pathway with brown and white signs. I grab the card from her and walk over to the golf cart, putting my bag on the back seat.

  I don’t say anything to her as I follow the signs to the cottage. I park the golf cart right next to the stairs, then hand her the card to the door. She grabs it while I grab my bag and follow her to the door. Her phone beeps, and she looks down and then back up at me. “They are going to deliver the bags in thirty minutes.”

  “I don’t have any bags,” I tell her, holding my only bag in my hand.

  “What do you mean?” she asks, opening the door and then holding it for me to walk in.

  “I have one bag,” I tell her, walking into the cottage and seeing the plaid couches.

  “We are going to be gone for ninety days and you have one bag?” she says, tossing her bag on the couch. Going to the fridge, she opens it and grabs a water.

  “Yeah,” I tell her. Looking around, I see the two bedroom doors in front of the living room. From the blueprints, each room has its own private bathroom. I walk to the smaller room and set my bag on the bed. “Three pairs of jeans, five shirts, and three suits.”

  “It’s a carry-on bag.”

  “Yeah.” I nod at her as she stands there in shock. “If I’m missing anything, I’ll pick it up along the way.”

  “My makeup bag is bigger than your whole luggage.” She laughs. There is a knock on the door, and I walk
to open it, and the bellboy is there with the cart. She wasn’t lying. Hands down, there are at least fourteen pieces of luggage.

  “I might have overpacked,” she says, and I raise my eyebrows at her while the guy struggles to bring in all the bags. I reach into my pocket to tip him, and he just nods at me.

  “Which bag do you need right now?” I ask her, and she looks at me. “I have no idea. I don’t do my packing. Cori and my stylist do.”

  I shake my head, looking at her. “You should have maybe organized it week by week,” I suggest to her.

  “I know that the blue ones are all my shoes.” I look at the three suitcases. “The pink are workout clothes. The black are outfits for nights out, so grab that one please, and you can put it on my bed.” I grab the black one, carry it into her bedroom, and place it on the luggage cart. I walk back out and see the window open to the patio. Stepping out, I find her sitting on the couch just looking out into the distance. “Isn’t it pretty?” I don’t answer her because there is another knock on the door.

  “If that is more luggage, I’m sending them away.” I walk out, hearing her laughter. Opening the door, I see Cori with bags of Chick-fil-A in her hands.

  “Where is she?” She comes in, dumping her purse on the chair with Kellie’s.

  “Outside,” I tell her, and she looks at me, motioning me to follow her with her head. Walking out behind her, I see Kellie sitting at the round table looking out into the distance. She turns and spots Cori with her hands full of Chick-fil-A.