So Aaron can fuck right off with his judgment about me and groupies. I’m careful. I use my own condoms. If I can’t get the pleasure of having someone to belong to—because let’s be realistic, the odds of me finding that in the shallow and changeable world I live in are ridiculously tiny—then the least I can do is take advantage of my star status and get a little bit of excitement from fucking new and different women at every opportunity.
And while I usually limit myself to one backstage blowjob pre-show, I’m not opposed to locking down my post-show entertainment now.
Giving my target a lazy grin, I nudge Aaron behind me, ignoring whatever protest he’s muttering in my ear, and hold out an arm to my open door. “Would you like to see my dressing room?”
Her face brightens, just like I knew it would, and her pretty red lips pull wide in an enthusiastic smile. “I’d love to. You must be Mason. You’re the only one I haven’t met yet.”
“I am,” I confirm. “And I’d love to get a full introduction.”
“Dude,” Aaron mutters over my shoulder.
Once again, I ignore him, following this lovely newbie into my dressing room. Turning, I give Aaron a feral smile, closing the door in his face and cutting off his protest. I’m sure he’s just reminding me that we have to be on stage soon. But I can work fast. And anyway, it’s not like they’ll go on without me.
Since there’s no time to waste, I don’t bother finding out a name I won’t remember in a few seconds anyway, closing the distance between me and those red lips. With one hand sliding under her hair to cup the back of her neck, I get my first taste of those lips. They’re soft and pliant beneath mine, opening when I slide my tongue along their seam, her lush curves melting into my hard chest. Yessss. I let my hands skate down her back, mapping those curves, giving her pert ass a gentle squeeze. There isn’t enough time to explore her thoroughly right now, so I’ll just have to make this convincing enough to keep her here till after the show. Let her watch from the wings. Blaire would have a shit fit if I tried to pull that with her, but she’s not here anymore. And Chad’s all about keeping the talent happy. Plus, he doesn’t mind the extra eye candy I’ve been encouraging to come around more lately.
When my hand slips in the back of her leggings, she stiffens and shoves me away, her pretty blue eyes wide and one hand covering those perfect lips. “What are you doing?” she gasps.
I reach for her, another lazy smile on my lips. “Kissing you. That’s what you came here for, right? Let loose, sleep with a rock star? C’mere and I’ll do it again, though the rest will have to wait till after the show. I’m on in a few minutes.”
She dodges my hand, shaking her head, her hair flying. “I think there’s been a mistake.”
“It doesn’t have to be a mistake,” I cajole. “We’re two consenting adults. No one’s around to know what goes on behind closed doors.”
The deer-in-the-headlights look melts from her face, and she draws herself up to her full height, which isn’t much, but the way she straightens her spine and squares her shoulders tells me she means business.
And suddenly, my gut sinks as something that Aaron said before I closed the door on him assembles itself in my brain.
The puzzle pieces click into place as she says, “No. We are not consenting adults. I do not consent. You have made a mistake. I’m not here to sleep with a rock star. I’m your new assistant. Viola.” She checks the watch circling her slim wrist. “You have to be on stage in six minutes. Do you have everything you need?”
“No,” I grind out, frustrated and irrationally angry. What the hell is going on?
She arches one eyebrow in a look that’s so like Blaire that if I didn’t know better, I’d think they were sisters. “Oh? And what is it that you need? Because from what I overheard, you just got sucked off by a groupie a few minutes ago. I passed her in the hall. I actually tried to introduce myself to you earlier, but when I came by, you were … occupied.” Her words drip with disdain, so like the judgment