Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) (10 page)

The roadies had given us a pretty good
idea how the after parties sprung up. A few well-placed suggestions and Cold
Fusion and its entourage were partying right where we wanted them to that
night.

I was surprised at how small the bar was,
but it was packed wall to wall with people, which would make good visuals for
the show. My crew and actors were all in place. Now it was a matter of sitting
back and waiting for something to happen.

The band had been celebrating together
for the past hour while I watched from a distance, but Nick was suddenly heading
off from the group.

I spoke into my headset microphone. “Nick
is heading towards the back of the bar. Make sure a camera picks him up and
follows him.”

“Got it.”

I scanned the crowd. No one seemed to
mind the overly bright bar lighting or the lower than normal volume of music.
“Give me a report.”

It was probably Stuart speaking on my
headset, but I wasn’t entirely sure. “Tommy’s got shadows on his face. Getting
someone to adjust him now. Some noise on lavaliere mic 2. That’s uh, Alex.
Probably clothing noise.”

Not too bad considering so many unknown variables
with the huge crowd. “Okay, you may need to adjust his mount.”

A new voice spoke. “Tyler’s on the move.
Camera 3, that’ll be you.”

I frowned as I watched Tyler heading my
way. He had that sexy grin on his face that caused my heart to flutter.

He made it over to my side. I scowled at
him. “Tyler, I’m working.”

He motioned to the camera right next to
him. “So am I. Haven’t you noticed the cameras shoved in my face all the time?”

I sighed. “You’ll get used to it. Just
ignore it for now. Do what you normally would do.”

“I am. I’m talking to you.”

I was hyper-aware of the camera trained
on me. I motioned for the cameraman to stop filming and turned back to Tyler. “Didn’t
I already tell you that this was a bad idea?”

He seemed unconcerned. “Yeah, but I didn’t
believe you.”

How could I convince him to ignore me? “Tyler,
you can’t interact with the crew. There are plenty of girls in here for you to
talk to. Now, go do it.”

He didn’t budge. I imagined the crew, who
could hear Tyler’s feed, snickering. I spoke into my headset, “Cut Tyler’s mic
until I tell you.”

I heard the response in the headset,
“Okay, it’s cut” before I pulled the headset off my ears.

I looked at him imploringly. “You’ve got
to stop this. You’re messing up my shoot.”

I longed to reach up and remove his
sunglasses. How I wished I could see what was in those expressive eyes right
now. Was he just trying to cause trouble? Or did our moment backstage mean
something to him?

He was standing so close that I could
smell the scent of his cologne. His hand reached up and brushed against my
cheek. “I thought maybe we could sneak out of here for a minute.”

He was outrageous, but I was secretly
pleased by his proposition
.
I ignored my body’s immediate reaction to
his words and instead fed off the embarrassment I felt for myself for almost
falling for his bullshit.

“Did you forget that I’m working? That
I’m in charge of this whole thing? I just can’t sneak out of here. And, for
what? To fool around with you? I told you that that was never going to happen.”

He looked a little too sure of himself
with his cocky grin. “Maybe not now, but it will.”

I stepped back from him, getting angrier
by the second. “You have some ego! Do you think that no woman can resist you?
Well, think again. I already told you that you’re not my type. And, besides, I
already have someone. A boyfriend. So get over yourself and leave me alone.”

The lie had been percolating in my brain
for a while now. I instinctively knew that if I didn’t get him to back off,
that sooner or later, I was going to throw caution to the wind and give in to
his advances. I was that attracted to him.

It had started off a purely physical
attraction combined with some undeniable sexual chemistry. If it were just this
egotistical rock star personality that I was dealing with, it would be easy to discount
the attraction. But now that I was getting glimpses into the real Tyler behind
the rock star persona, complete with all the insecurities and doubts that came
with it, it was far more difficult.

But I knew that indulging in my fantasies
would be a fatal mistake for the show. And for my career. What would Hugo say? I
could picture the pained expression on his face as he lectured me:
You
ruined your career to jump in the sack with a rock star that doesn’t give two
shits about you? One that goes through women quicker than a hot knife through butter?
You’re smarter than that Kaitlyn.

Tyler’s boyish smile remained. “So, you
have a boyfriend. I’m not asking you to dump him or anything. Just to have a
little bit of fun.”

And that was the crux of the problem. This
was just business as usual for him. There was nothing special about me. A sharp
pang of disappointment twisted in my gut as the reality of the truth finally settled
upon me.

I tried to keep the bitterness out of my
tone. “Go have fun with someone else and leave me out of it. Now, I’ve got a TV
show to make, so start doing something interesting. So far, you guys are about
the dullest rock stars I’ve ever met.”

Luckily, Tyler laughed before he walked
away.

Dark emotions were circling my head. I
shooed them away and snapped my headset back on. “Bring Tyler’s mic back up.”

Hours later, I tried to watch
dispassionately as I saw the touches exchanged. A brush of the shoulder, a hand
around her waist, a rub of the hip. All easy to chalk up as accidental touches in
the crowded club. But when his thigh settled between her legs and her breasts
were squashed against his solid chest, I couldn’t deny it.

Girls had been swarming him all night,
including some of our actresses. The blonde that seemed to catch his attention
was gorgeous, of course. When she lifted her eyes to him, practically offering
up her pouty lips, I knew they would kiss. A sour feeling churned in the pit of
my stomach.

My view was suddenly blocked by the
cameraman closing in on the shot. But not before I saw her perfectly manicured
fingernails pressing into his ass, pulling him firmly against her body.

He was doing exactly what I had told him
to do. But it was nothing that I actually wanted.

Tyler rolled over; his legs tangled
hopelessly in the bed sheets, and glanced at the clock. “It’s almost 2 AM
– the bus is going to be rolling out soon. Do you want me to call you a
cab or something?”

Karina sat up, the sheets slipping down
and exposing her breasts. “Are you trying to chase me away so soon, Tyler?
Don’t worry about it. I’m heading your way actually, so it’s no big deal if I
stay.”

He asked surprised, “You’re heading to Minneapolis?
That’s kind of random.”

She smiled seductively. “Yeah. I thought
I’d hang around and try to catch a few more concerts. Have some fun.”

Tyler grabbed her wrist and pulled her
against him. “In that case… let’s have a little more fun right now.”

She smiled but pulled back from him.
“Hold on a sec. I need to use the bathroom first.”

He flopped back against the pillow and
rested his hands behind his head. “Hurry up. I’m an impatient man.”

Karina glanced down at his thickening
cock and arched an eyebrow. “I’ll hurry. Can I wear your shirt?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

It was probably better that she dressed
before leaving the back room of the tour bus. The guys probably came back already
since it was close to the departure time, and if the last two weeks were any
indication, they didn’t have any company to occupy them. Tyler seemed to be the
only one who was having sex any more.

He couldn’t figure it out. Yeah, he kind
of figured Alex was going to continue pulling his mopey without his girlfriend
shit this leg of the tour, but Nick and Tommy were perplexing. Tyler kept
pressing them separately about it until they had gotten angry. He even thought
Nick was going to knock him in the face at one point. He had finally given up.
As long as no one expected him to turn into a monk, what did he care?

Karina had put on his shirt, but now she
was digging a hairbrush out of her bag and brushing her hair.
What part of
hurry up did she not understand?

This chick had been annoying him all
night. He couldn’t put his finger on it, something about her had been bothering
him, but she had seemed very eager to please and that had always been good
enough in the past.

When he saw her applying fresh lipstick,
he spoke up. “Why the fuck are you putting on lipstick? It’s just going to get
all over my cock in a few minutes.”

She laughed as she held up a compact
mirror to her face. “I just want to look pretty for all those cameras out there.”

Her answer gave him pause. The cameras
were hidden so well, they were almost impossible to detect. He didn’t even know
where they were all located, except that the band was promised privacy in the
sleeping area and bathroom. “Yeah, the cameras. How do you know that there are
cameras on the bus?”

She glanced at him nervously. “Oh. Well,
I don’t really know. I’m just assuming because of the show and all…”

She dropped the compact back into her
purse and stood up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Maybe that was what was bothering him.
The fleeting thought that she was just using him to get her 15 minutes of fame
– to get an appearance on Rock Star Diaries. And he was essentially just
using her for sex, so what did that matter then?
Nothing
. He should stop
over-analyzing everything and just enjoy himself.

***

It was 10 AM before Tyler could convince
Karina to leave. After primping for the cameras, she pulled him to the front of
the tour bus and draped herself all over him, obviously exaggerating their
relationship for the cameras. Following an awkward good-bye full of PDA, she
had simply walked off the bus, in the middle of nowhere, claiming that she
could easily get a ride to wherever she was going.

Tyler had a sneaking suspicion he hadn’t
seen the last of Karina, and he wasn’t too excited by the prospects of that.
Repeat sex always led to trouble. It had been the band’s mantra and had served
them well for years, even if he was the only one who seemed to remember that.
And he sure wasn’t about to forget that now, especially when warning bells were
ringing in his head about this particular girl.

Alex was sitting at the small dining
table eating a bowl of cereal and looking at his phone.

Tyler rifled through the food cabinets
and then peeked in the refrigerator. “Anything good to eat besides cereal?”

Alex didn’t even look up. “Nope.
Somebody’s got to stock up soon.”

Defeated, he closed the refrigerator.
“You want to run into town and get some breakfast? I’m starving.”

Alex finally looked up. “You must have
worked up a big appetite last night.”

Tyler had a sarcastic reply on the tip of
his tongue, but he let it drop. That was the kind of shit that would get edited
and aired for drama, even if they were just joking around. Best not to give
them too much ammunition.

“Where are Tommy and Nick?” Maybe one of
them wanted to go out for breakfast.

Alex answered while he was texting.
“Tommy’s sleeping one off. I’m surprised he made it back to the bus in time.
When I last saw him at that bar, he was barely standing. I haven’t seen Nick
all morning.”

Tyler’s stomach grumbled as he headed to
the back of the bus. Ten minutes later, he had showered and thrown on a pair of
jeans and a sweatshirt. It looked cold and windy outside, so he put on a knit
hat and gloves before he stepped off the bus.

He started heading over to the Rock Star
Diaries’ production bus without even thinking. It had become a habit of his to
visit with Katie each day. She had objected at first, but after he told her
that he just needed to get away from the constant cameras on him all the time,
she seemed to sympathize. It was slowly becoming the highlight of his day.

Sometimes her assistant, the real Michael
James, was there, but he rarely joined their conversations. A few times an
older lady, Christine, joined them, but usually it was just the two of them
sitting at the table and talking about everything except for the show.

Katie always fed him well when he stopped
in for their visits. Her bus seemed to be stocked with a never-ending supply of
great treats: fresh coffee, bagels with stuff to actually spread on them,
muffins, sandwiches, even a boyhood favorite of his, hot chocolate. He was
beginning to suspect that maybe she was stocking up just for him when he
casually mentioned that he missed having bacon and it happened to be there a
few days later.