Alluring Seduction (Bayou Stix) (11 page)

Laughing out loud, I smile again. “Sure thing. Do you have something to sign? I’m sorry, but I only have my bag.”

She opens her purse and hands me her iPhone. The case is a Bayou Stix case. Silver with our logo in black. She also hands me a pen with a wink. “You can sign this. I’m a huge fan of the band.”

I smirk, sign it and as the elevator dings for my stop, I hand it back. She looks down and a huge smile lights up her face. She winks and gives me a thumbs up. She waves with the phone and my words stare back at me.
“To a pretty sweet young woman who gives excellent advice. You are a star! Don’t be a heartbreaker. Jessie Adams”
I wink and blow her a kiss. She giggles as the doors close.

Time for my game face. I just wish it wasn’t black and blue…

Blue

The doorbell rings and I groan. Not only did I finish off the Dornfelder last night, I found some cherry vodka in the cabinet and had some of that as well. Today, my head hates me. I make my way to the living room through blurry eyes as it vibrates through my skull again. “Jesus, I’m coming. Lay off of the damn bell.”

Looking through the peephole, my heart stops.

What the fuck? Am I still drunk? Jessie Adams. That has to be him. No one else has that build and that gorgeous hair. Why is he here? Shit… do I open the door?

Suddenly, blue eyes are looking right at the peephole.

“Open the door, Blue. I know you’re in there. I heard you walk to the door.”

Well, shit! Laying my head against the door, I take a deep breath. Sure, I’ll open the door. He can speak, and then he can leave.

Be strong girl.

Opening the door, I just look at him, taking him in with my blurry gaze. I stop when I finally focus on his face. His left eye is black, his left eyebrow is split, there’s a huge bruise across his left cheek, and his lip is puffy and split. What the fuck? I shake my head to clear it, rub my eyes, and look again. Nope, his face still looks like someone used it as a punching bag.

He smirks at my expression and stands there with widespread legs and one hand shoved deeply in his pocket, revealing a portion of his tattooed “V”. The other hand is holding his bag.
Wait, why does he have a bag?!

I snap out of my shock and take my gaze off of his abs. “What the fuck happened to your face, Jessie?”

He shrugs, “Liam.”

My mouth falls open. I’m still just standing in the doorway in a pink tank top that shows my stomach and pink and red candy cane flannel lounge pants.

He looks past me. “Can I come in, Blue? Or, do I have to stay in the hall?”

I shake my head and stand up straight. “Wait. What the fuck do you mean ‘Liam’ happened to your face? Why did he beat the shit out of you?”

He sighs and says, “Look, I’ll tell you all about it, but can I come in? I don’t want to have this conversation in the hall.” Looking down the hall, I see several people peeking out of their doors and a woman in running clothes is staring at us from the end of the hall by the stairs.

Stepping back, I pull him in. He brushes against me as he walks and my nipples instantly tighten.

Stop it. Don’t go there again, Blue. Just hear what he has to say and make him leave.

He sets his bag down and turns to face me. I’m still at the door, so I shut it and lean against it. His eyes rake me from head to foot and I can
feel
his gaze on my body. He lingers on my breasts, which are standing at attention. I cross my arms over them. He smirks and continues his perusal of my body. My foot taps to mask the desire unfurling in my belly from him being in such close proximity. God, I’m an idiot.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore, so I blurt out, “Why are you here, Jessie? What do you want?”

He sits on the couch and pats the space next to him. I ignore him and give him a pointed look. He pats it again and I shake my head no.

He sighs. “Ok, I deserve that. I’m sorry.”

My eyebrows arch. He’s sorry? I don’t know what I was expecting, but that wasn’t it. Sorry for what? For fucking me? For giving me the best sex of my life and ruining me for other men? For calling me a whore? Sorry for what?

I manage to get out. “Ok. You’re sorry. For what exactly?”

He looks at me and his brow furrows. He wipes his hands down the legs of his jeans and leans back sighing. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”

I frown. “Are you serious? ‘Make this easy on you?’ You seduce me and I let you. But then you snap at me, basically say I’m a whore, and you got what you wanted and you
leave
. Then you show up
at my apartment
, out of the blue, and I’m supposed to be easy on you?! You’re a piece of work.” I laugh hysterically as I close my eyes and wrap my arms around my stomach. Once I calm down, I open them to see him staring at me.

He frowns. “I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t true. I was pissed. I’m sorry. But I seduced you?! I didn’t seduce you. You seduced me! You make me crazy!” He pulls his hair and he’s biting his lip ring again. He gets up and stalks over to me.
“You make me crazy, Blue!”

I swallow and try to step back. He’s in my personal space. I can’t move. I’m against the door. “Then maybe you should leave.” I’m staring at his shoulder, because I refuse to look into his eyes. If I do, I’m done for.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I don’t want to leave.” Then he rubs his nose down my neck.

My legs turn to mush and my stomach tightens. He licks and nips my collar bone. “What? Why not? What are you doing? I make you crazy. You said it. You make me crazy. So, what are we doing, Jessie?” I have to grip his waist to hold myself up.

He bites my chin and moves my head up with his long finger so I have no choice other than to look into his eyes. “Seducing each other…” Then his mouth captures mine and I’m lost in sensation.

I moan and lean into his kiss, sucking his lip ring into my mouth and running my tongue over it before tracing the split in his lip with my tongue. He moans and grips my hips. I press into his body.

He finally stops kissing me and leans his forehead against mine as we both breathe erratically. Clearing his throat, he says, “Go get dressed. I want to take you out for lunch.”

My eyes search his for a long time, before I sigh.

He smiles. “Can I take you out for lunch, Blue?”

I smile back, “Ok. Give me a bit. I need to shower and get dressed.” Gesturing to the couch, I say, “Make yourself comfy. Be out as fast as I can.”

I’m still not sure what’s going on here, but I’m stupid enough, or smart enough… to know I want to know. Ok Blue, just keep a tight rein on those emotions and all will be fine.

I shower and get dressed and I hear Jessie on the phone. I can hear his side, so I’m assuming he’s talking to Jude. “Yeah… I’m taking her to lunch… No idea… She didn’t slam it in my face, fucker… I don’t know… I’ll text you later… Shut the hell up… Yeah, tell her Blue is fine… Later, dude.”

I smirk into the mirror as I finish up with my makeup. As I’m pulling on some leggings, I hear a knock at the door. It’s probably a delivery for old Mrs. Aines who lives across the hall. I sign for her when she’s out. I call out, “Jessie, can you get the door for me?”

“Sure thing. You about ready? I’m starving.”

I’m calling back to him, “Yeah, getting my shoes on now…”

Then I hear, “What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? Where’s Blue?”

Oh shit. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is he doing here?

I hop into the living room, still putting on my shoes. I look at the scene, Brock is in the doorway in Jessie’s face and Jessie is blocking his entrance.

“What the hell are you doing here, Brock?” I grit out.

Jessie says, “You know this cat?”

Brock pushes past Jessie, walking into my apartment, and he looks at me. “Babe, what the fuck? I called you. Why didn’t you call me back? Who is this douche?”

Jessie looks at me and raises a brow, “Babe?!”

I roll my eyes. Brock sizes Jessie up. Jessie looks right back at him. Jessie is taller, and leaner, but has muscle, while Brock is shorter and solid. He’s not fat, but not fit. They are polar opposites. Gritting my teeth, I get out, “Do you not read your own magazine, Brock? That’s Jessie. Jessie Adams, lead guitarist for Bayou Stix. What are you doing here?”

He chuckles, “Oh, you’re still working. You’re a workaholic, Babe. I came to get you. We’re going out. My dad has the boat ready. He mentioned he saw you last night. You didn’t call me.”

I roll my eyes again and frown. “I’m not working. And I’m not going with you. I have plans. You can let yourself out.”

He looks at Jessie and his eyes get heated. “What the fuck? Are you fucking my fiancée, you pansy?”

Jessie’s eyes go wide and he glares at me. “Fiancée?”

The urge to stomp my foot and punch both of them is strong. Instead I close my eyes, lean my head back, and breathe deeply, counting to twenty. Then, I count to twenty again.

Do not go crazy on both of these dudes. Do not do it. No, you know what? Screw it. I am going to let loose, and they both better be ready…

Jessie

W
hat the fuck did that dude say? Fiancée? Blue obviously knows him, but she looks pissed. No way she’s engaged to him, but who is this douche? His own magazine? As in Rock Hard?

I look expectantly at Blue. She’s got her eyes closed with her head thrown back and she’s taking deep breaths with her hands clenched. Do I need to throw this asshat out?

I look at him, sizing him up. She called him Brock. She’s never mentioned any Brock. No one has ever mentioned a Brock. Who the fuck is this guy?

He spits out at me. “Yeah, fucker. Fiancée. You can leave now.”

I look at him with my brow raised. I’m not going anywhere. Crossing my arms, I wait.

Blue looks at him and points. “I am
not
your fiancée. Not anymore. You made sure of that when I walked in and caught you fucking that skanky intern on your desk. Then, you fucked with my
career
… Having your Daddy send me off on the road with Bayou Stix to keep me from outing your ass.” She’s gotten closer and is now right in front of him. She jabs him in the chest. I notice they are the same height. “
You
can leave now. Jessie is my guest and the only person leaving is
you.
”

Well, ok then. But wait, she was in engaged to this guy? “You were engaged?”

She looks at me and says, “Yes, I was. I thought it was enough, but it wasn’t.” Then back to Brock whose face is turning purple with rage. “I would have never married you anyway, Brock. I don’t and I didn’t love you. Ever.”

“You whore! You going to end the engagement with me over nothing?! You know how it is in this business. Everyone wants to reach the top on their back. None of it means anything!” He’s whining. This cat sounds like a little girl. “I gave you
time
to stop you from being fucking stupid, over
nothing
.” He points at me. “You hit the road with him… Did you fuck the whole band?” Spittle is flying out of his mouth. “How long did it take you to spread your legs for him? You can’t do this to me. You won’t make me look like a fool. What am I supposed to tell my father?”

Her eyes flash and she slaps him. Clean across the face. Damn, that was hot. “You listen to me, you piece of shit! I don’t give a flying fuck what you tell your father. Do. Not. Call. Me. A. Whore. I’m not the one who was engaged and fucked other people. And no Brock, I didn’t make you look like a fool. You did that all by yourself. I ended things
before
I left, before you had your Daddy send me on the road, and today
you
showed up here. Uninvited. Now… You need to leave.”

“You
will
regret this, Blue.” He looks at me and says, “You can have her. She was a fish in bed anyway. She doesn’t even know how to suck dick.” He looks back to her and says over his shoulder, “Why do you think I fucked other people?” He laughs as he walks out. “By the way… you can kiss your job goodbye.”

At that statement, she gasps and the color drains from her face. I turn to go after him. No man talks to a woman that way. And certainly not one he was engaged to. And no one talks to Blue like that. Not even me… She grabs my arm to stop me. She looks stricken. “I’m going to fuck him up, Blue.”