Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) (5 page)

Tyler snatched his hand from my leg as if
it was bitten. “I don’t support rescue dogs. I support pediatric organ
donations and that’s a deal breaker.”

Jeff stepped in and tried to smooth away the
obvious tension. “I’m sure we can work out an acceptable storyline. Right, Ms. Winston?”

I rubbed my leg under the table, feeling
the warmth leftover from Tyler’s hand fading away. I had to acquiesce, and I
certainly couldn’t appear hostile towards the band or Jeff would never bring me
on board. “Yes. It’s just not ideal for the show, but we can work something out
if it’s so important to
Tyler
.”

I saw Tyler’s eyes darkening as he
watched me. Yeah, he was annoyed with me.
Well, I was annoyed with him, too.

I smiled sweetly at Tyler, which only
served to darken his scowl.

“Speaking of storylines…” All eyes turned
toward the band manager. “I need an idea of the vision of this show and the
band needs full creative input.”

Here we go. I jumped in before Jeff could
answer. “I will have complete creative control. My team will make all final
editing decisions. I will consider your input, Mr. Boyd, but I will be running
the show.”

The room grew eerily quiet. “You still
haven’t told me what that entails. Will you be following the boys around with
cameras while they’re on tour? What’s off limits?”

I could see Tyler listening intently from
the corner of my eye. “I want complete access to your tour bus, your concerts,
parties, everything… The band will have to agree to be pulled for interviews.
I’ll need consent to use concert footage, too. Nothing will be off-limits, Mr.
Boyd. If it comes out of your clients’ mouths, I can and will use it. That’s
how it works.”

I wasn’t about to sugarcoat the process
for him and I certainly didn’t want to start handing out a bunch of exceptions
or special clauses for the band.

“But what if we don’t like the direction
a certain ‘storyline’, as you call it, is taking?” Scott was pushing back.

I purposefully made my tone more conciliatory.
“Look, we’re on the same team here. Your input and comfort level with the
project is very important to us. But, no doubt, the band will have to make some
concessions for the sake of the show.”

Scott leaned back in his chair and folded
his arms over his chest. “That’s what I mean, what kind of concessions?”

I arched my brow. “For instance, I will
make all the final casting decisions regarding the band’s friends, groupies,
love interests… whoever they come in contact with –”

Scott rubbed his head, looking disgusted.
“So, everything is going to be scripted?”

“Not scripted. Managed. We certainly
won’t have lines that they have to memorize or anything.” I chose my words
carefully.

“Will they be able to hang out with their
own friends?”

I tapped my pen on my pad. “Of course.
We’ll just cast some characters as fans and groupies, just to show the band in
the best possible light. But they can’t have girlfriends. I want every female
watching to think these guys are available.”

Scott didn’t look happy. “That’ll make
the fans even creepier. We’re going to need you to provide security detail.”

Tyler, who had been oddly silent, finally
spoke up. “We’ve already got enough security. I don’t want even more.”

Scott turned to Tyler. “We’ve already
talked about beefing up your security for the next tour, but this will be crazy,
Tyler. You think fans swarm you now? It’s gonna get a hundred times worse. Once
you’re on television everyone and their fucking brother is going to recognize
you. You’re going to get mobbed wherever you go, Tyler.”

Providing security was out of the
question. It would eat up my whole budget. “You better hope they get mobbed. Unfortunately,
security is going to be your problem, Mr. Boyd. We don’t have a budget for
that. Just make sure you hire guys who are beefy and photogenic of course.
They’ll have to consent to being filmed, too. Our lawyers can get you a
contract that they’ll need to sign.”

Scott looked overwhelmed. “This is even
more complicated than I first imagined.”

I tried to reassure him. “It seems
complicated, but it’s not. We’ll be behind the scenes running everything.
Essentially, the band will be on tour following their usual routine.  The
difference is that there will be cameras following them around 24/7, but
they’ll get so used to it, that they won’t even notice the cameras after a
short time.”

“How about when I’m between some chick’s
legs? Will your cameras be rolling then?” Tyler asked mockingly.

I heard the snickers of amusement all
around me and turned to Tyler, completely straight-faced. “Absolutely.”

Scott cleared his throat. “I’m going to
have to talk this over with the band. I’m not sure this is in their best
interests. I’ll read over the contract tonight – ”

I glanced over at Jeff and he gave me a
slight nod of his head to proceed. “I suggest you decide quickly, Mr. Boyd. We
have other bands lined up who are more than eager to take your spot. And we’ll
need your band available for the promotional piece. Two days next week.
Minimum.”

Jeff rubbed his hands together. “Alright.
Scott, your lawyers can contact ours and hash this all out. I’m sure they’ll
assure you that the contract is fairly standard. Everyone, let’s get ready to
welcome Cold Fusion into our programming family at The Vibe.”

The meeting was over. Everyone began
standing and more than a few people started gathering near Tyler. Jeff Thornton
motioned for me, so I joined him at the end of the conference room.

Jeff spoke in a low voice so the others
wouldn’t hear. “I wanted to speak with you after the meeting to reassure myself
that you were the right candidate for this job. But, I’m convinced. Hugo was
right. If you stop by the HR department, I can have you officially on board by
tonight.”

I nodded. “As long as the terms are
agreeable and Cold Fusion consents to do the show, I’m on board.”

Jeff chuckled. “They’ll consent.”

“They better. I want that band.” I
glanced over at Tyler, working the crowd of suits like a natural.

“I can’t wait to see where this goes, Ms.
Winston.”

 “Me neither.”  I smiled at
Jeff. “Oh, by the way – the show’s budget will have to be doubled.”

Jeff’s eyebrow rose, but I could see the
hint of a smile on his lips. “I look forward to the discussion.”

Tyler didn’t know what to make of the
meeting. “Rock Star Diaries. Sounds kind of cheesy to me.”

They were on the ground floor of the
skyscraper, a vast common area with large numbers of people scurrying in and
out, rushing to make it to their next meeting on time.

Scott stopped walking and turned to him.
“When are you heading back to Texas?”

“I’ve got a flight tomorrow night. Why
don’t you come down with me so that we can talk to the guys. This is going to
take some serious convincing.”

“No. We don’t have time. We’ve got to
make a decision fast. You heard that producer woman. Damn, that woman was
something. Hot as fuck, but a real ballbreaker.”

She had outmaneuvered Scott at every
turn, but Tyler thought it best not to mention it. “She thought I was her
secretary or something. And she didn’t know fuck about Cold Fusion.”

Scott sniggered. “Her secretary? Well, she
definitely knows how to take charge. She could probably make the show a success
by sheer willpower alone. Just don’t fuck her, Tyler.”

He had every intention of fucking her.
But he’d keep that to himself. He’d had a raging hard-on the entire meeting and
he had barely heard a word anyone said; he was so hot for her. He could still
feel her silky thighs on his fingertips and for a moment he had thought that
she would let him plunge his fingers into her, right then and there. It must
have been wishful thinking, because she had remained cool as a cucumber as she
had stopped his hand in its tracks. But just the memory of it had his cock
stirring back to life. He
needed
a taste of that.

Tyler put his hands in his pockets. “So,
what’s the plan?”

“The lawyers are probably looking over
the contract now. I’ll talk to them and I have a few other contacts that I want
to touch base with. Let’s set up a conference call tonight and talk to the
guys.” Scott pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Tyler saw a woman by the elevators eyeing
him. Hopefully, she’d remain silent or he was about to get mobbed. “Shit. No
one’s going to talk to you tonight. They’ll be out partying. Set up the call
tomorrow. And make it after noon, so they’re not cranky.”

Scott was scrolling on his phone. “We
don’t have much time to dick around. We’ve got to jump on this quick. She’s not
going to wait too long for us.”

“She’ll wait.” Tyler smiled secretly to
himself.

Scott rolled his eyes. “All right. I’ll
text you when I have the info for the conference call. Make sure you’re on it.
And figure out how we’re going to convince the guys.”

Tyler knew he could convince Nick and
Tommy. It was Alex that he was worried about. “It’s Alex we have to convince, and
the key to Alex is Lena. I’ll just tell him that if this is a big success, we
can cut way back on touring and concentrate on writing new music and he can
spend more time with Lena. That’s our only fucking chance.”

Scott sighed. “How about the prospect of
more money than you can fucking imagine? Isn’t that good enough? And, I don’t
know about cutting back our tour schedule when we’re on top of the fucking
world. Besides, you’d have to keep touring if this show gets picked up for more
episodes, but whatever works…”

Tyler was keeping an eye on the lady who
had noticed him. Either she wasn’t sure he was actually Tyler Matthews or she
was just too shy to approach him. The elevator doors slid open in front of her
and people began unloading, including the woman he had just been thinking
about, the sexy producer, Kaitlyn.

Scott was still checking his phone.
“Shit. I missed his call.” He looked up. “I’ve got a ton to do. Let’s get out
of here.”

“You go on ahead. I’ve got to do
something.” Tyler watched Kaitlyn striding closer to him, towards the bank of
revolving doors to exit the building.

Scott held out his hand. “Okay. Enjoy
your time back home and the next time I’ll see you will be on tour. Keep out of
trouble, man. And don’t forget the call tomorrow.”

Tyler shook his manager’s hand. “I won’t.”

Scott left. Tyler turned so he could see
Kaitlyn better. He watched as she shifted her bag on her shoulder, while
holding her phone up to her ear as she talked to someone.

Kaitlyn was practically on top of him
when she finally spotted him. “Hugo, I’ll fill you in later. I’ve got to talk
to my rock star.”

He raised his eyebrow as she clicked off
the phone. “
Your
rock star?”

She smiled. She must have put on a new
coat of lip-gloss, because her full lips were so shiny. So sexy. “Yes, you are
all mine. Get used to it, Tyler Matthews.”

It was something he could get used to
. “So, what do you think of your rock
stars? Do you think they have enough sex appeal to attract your precious
viewers?” He knew he sounded snarky, but he didn’t care.

She slowly looked him up and down.
“They’ve got sex appeal in spades.”

Tyler could feel his cock tightening with
need.

“Especially Alex.”

He felt his stomach hitch with
disappointment for a moment, until she laughed with amusement. Jesus, she was
teasing him. And he was falling for it like a lovesick teenager.

Kaitlyn continued. “And it turns out one
of my rock stars is sneaky. I’ll have to keep my eye on him. It will certainly
be interesting though. I’ve never had to babysit rock stars before, especially spoiled
rock stars with overly fragile super-sized egos.”

Damn, she was teasing him and putting him
in his place at the same time. He flashed her the smile he knew women found
irresistible. “I love babysitters. Especially when they tuck me into bed.”

She didn’t even blink. “Don’t think you
can shock me, Tyler. Save all that sexual energy for the cameras.”

For some reason, he really wanted to get
a rise out of her, some kind of a reaction. “You didn’t seem to mind that
sexual energy during the meeting.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re lucky you’re
not actually my assistant or else you’d be fired right now after that
behavior.”

“But since I’m a spoiled rock star I can
get away with it?” He kept pushing.

She arched her brow. “Is that the most
interesting thing about you, Tyler? That you sleep with tons of women? I guess
I’ll work with it, for the show, if that’s all you’ve got.”

“You can portray me however the fuck you
want. Just as long as my charity gets spot-lighted.” Now he was sounding
petulant and angry. She just wasn’t reacting to him like other women did.