Stricken Desire (10 page)

“You’re so hot.” he licks his lips. Oh yes
this is going to happen. I am going to make out with my first rock
star.

His eyes widen like saucers not in a good way
and I feel a foreign hand firmly planted on my arm and I am yanked
out-of-the-way. Oh shit! Not again!

“Who in the fuck do you think you are?”
Johnathan yells chest to chest with my hunky dance partner.
Johnathan’s nearly twice the size of this dude. My poor dance
partner’s face is contorted with misunderstanding. Mine looks the
same.

Quickly his eyes glaze over to anger. “What
do you mean who the fuck do I think I am? I am Coby. That’s who the
fuck I am.” He presses himself up against Johnathan harder. Oh no
this is not going to end well.

I step up to the side of them. I couldn’t fit
in between them even if I wanted.

“Take it easy boys.” I say firmly.

“I want to know who this mother fucker thinks
he is touching you like that.” Johnathan yells. His hands are
clinched into fists at his sides. He is super pissed. Why? I
haven’t the slightest fucking clue. He’s like a damn roller coaster
of emotions. This dude seriously needs some Xanax.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Coby asks me looking
into my eyes. He is so sweet and gentle with me even though he has
a big giant about ready to pummel him to the ground. He extends his
hand to the side and rubs alongside of my arm. My heart skips a
beat.

“Don’t you fucking touch her again!”
Johnathan growls. His face is dark and raw and scary as hell.

“No, he’s not.” I glare at Johnathan he knows
he is being fucking ridiculous and creating another big scene. What
is wrong with him?

“Between you and me Coby I think he has some
my-testosterone-levels-are-fucked-therefore-I’m-a-complete-douche-bag-syndrome
.”
I sass with a loud over the top sigh.

Stacy runs over.

“It’s about damn time.” Johnathan cuts
in.

“What?” Stacy looks confused just like the
rest of us.

“What Johnathan means to say is. It’s about
damn time you come and take him back to his room before this gets
into an even bigger scene.” I say with a big over the top
‘oh-yeah-fuck-you,’ smile at the big giant rocker standing two feet
from me.

“Ah” Stacy adds nodding with taught lips. I
can’t read him. Maybe he’s mad but he doesn’t appear to be. But hey
what do I know?

“I’m not going anywhere Stace. Until she
leaves” he points firmly at me. I roll my eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me short stack.” His
eyes are on fire.

“I will do whatever the fuck I want you giant
misogynistic man whore.” I spit out and put my hands on my hips. I
am about three seconds from flipping him the bird. Not that,
that’ll do me any good but it will add more to the show that he’s
started and it’ll make me feel a little better.

“I will stand with this fucker.” He nods
towards Coby. “Until her ass leaves. I don’t trust him. He was
pawing her and I don’t like it.” He growls.

What the hell is with him and this growling?
I’d swear we just walked into a scene from True Blood. Not that I’d
mind, give me some Alcide any day. Oh my god, listen to me. I sound
like a fucking horny teenager. This has got to end. I have no
choice. Johnathan’s not going to leave until I do. I seriously need
to go back to my room and play with myself.

I advert my full attention to big dickhead
and Stacy.

“Did you ever think I’d like to be pawed for
once? It’s not like he was forcing himself on me. Look at him he
could fuck just about any woman in this place. I know it and he
knows it. But Jesus Christ what does it take for a girl to get a
little dick around here?!” I snap. Oh, hell! I can’t believe I just
said that. Well in the words of Macbeth: What’s done, is done.

All three men’s jaws nearly hit the floor. I
giggle and shake my head.

“What? Come on guys. Do you really think I
don’t get horny? I am a woman.” I shrug smiling. This is so
embarrassing. I mean on the top ten more embarrassing things of my
life this tops the charts at number three or so.

Johnathan leans over to me.

“But what about the thing in the hotel room?
You know the ONE person thing.” He says, trying to keep it under
wraps.

I slap my hand on my forehead and shake my
head. This is so not happening!

“That was private. And I can’t stay at number
Uno forever. I’m learning from the best.” I gesture my hand between
the three of them. Coby takes a step back. Johnathan follows
him.

“Listen guys this is nice and all but this is
way too much drama for me. Hey, Emily if you’d like to go on a date
sometime give me a call.” He slides a business card into my hand.
“I hope to hear from you.” He blows me a kiss and walks away.

I am officially a ticking time bomb of
hormonal rage.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” I slap
stupid ass in the chest.

“You better not call him.” He barks his tone
husky and dark.

“I will do what I want. You will do good to
realize that. I thought we had this damn discussion on the fucking
bus. You.” I point to him. “Me.” I point to myself. “Have a working
relationships. Do I need to spell it out for you? Y.O.U” I poke my
finger into his rock hard chest. “Are not my keeper. I. Am. The
assistant tour manager to Stricken. That. Is. it. That’s all. Move
along. Have a nice fucking happy horseshit day.” I bark.

“Yeah and I don’t fucking think you get it
either. Short stack. We” he waves his hand rather irritatingly
between us with major pizazz. “Do NOT have a working
relationship.”

“Stacy.” I point my stare at him and ignore
whatever else jackass is about to say to me. “Since Neanderthal
doesn’t want to listen and chooses to be a complete idiot every
time we are in public together can you please escort me back to my
hotel room?”

“Sure.” His face is even more confused than
before. That makes two of us.

I whip my hair in assholes direction and
stalk towards the exit of the bar with attitude. Making damn sure I
shake my ass just right. Stacy tails me.

I feel so much better dropping out of this
dress and sliding out of those sexy red heels. They look so good on
but they’re fairly new so I have a lot of working them in to do.
Standing in my black bra and boy shorts. Stacy is laying across my
bed width wise. Head propped up. I’m rubbing some expensive Josie
Maran body butter all over my body head to toe like I do almost
every night. It might cost me fifty bucks a month to slather myself
in this stuff. But I swear by it. It’s silky smooth and has a small
hint of citrus smell behind it. That pairs nicely with my
Strawberries and Champagne perfume spray from Victoria Secret.
Standing I prop my foot up on the side of the desk to get to my
calves and feet.

“So what was up with Johnathan?” Stacy
finally asks me.

I shrug. “Dunno.” His guess is as good as
mine.

“Were you seriously going to sleep with that
Coby guy?” his voice almost sounds hurt.

I shrug again. “Not sure. Since I’ve been
here which hasn’t been very long I’ve found myself hornier than
I’ve been in my entire life. Even with Chris. I don’t know if it’s
me or the carefree atmosphere. I just feel like if I would give
into my desires I wouldn’t be judged.” Switch legs.

“Yeah. I get that. I know I can’t expect you
to keep your legs closed for the rest of your life. I just never
pictured you wanting to do it with some random guy that you’d
probably never meet again.” His voice is slow, low and sweet and
he’s staring at the ceiling. Ah, that’s my wonderful best friend
laying on my bed. He’s so great!

“I don’t actually. But I can’t do it with
someone I am going to be around a lot unless I plan on being with
them long-term. I can’t do the friends with benefits. Or I don’t
think I can. A one-night stand just seems easier, is all. Better?
Not really. I mean I thought the next time I have sex I might get
lucky and spend the rest of my life with that special someone. I
was kind of hoping I’d start feeling that way with Chris once I
gave it up to him. You know? Get attached to him afterward but it
didn’t work. Like we’ve said for years my DNA is broken.” Legs
down, time for arms.

“You’re DNA isn’t broken. I think of that as
a joke. Look at me I fuck most things with a pussy and I still
think I might find the one for me someday.” Sadness penetrates his
voice again.

“Blondes yes.” I crack with a giggle.

“You know why I do that now and I will
continue that way.”

“Why don’t you try a redhead? Not me of
course. I wish I could feel that way about you but it’s not
possible” Slathering other arm.

“I might do that. Now that you know what you
know and I know how you feel. Maybe I can stop pining after you and
move forward. I always thought redheads were hot. Found myself
almost sleeping with a few from time to time. Guess now I can.”

Oh that sadness in his voice is breaking my
heart in two. And the guilt is nearly paralyzing. He is so sweet
and great. Why can’t I just love him and want to be with him? He’s
always been there for me before. But I guess you don’t choose who
you fall in love with. Or that’s what people say anyhow. I have
zero experience in that department.

“I’m sorry Stace. You know I love you.
Right?”

“I know that. I love you too. I just wish
things could be different that’s all.” He groans and tosses his
forearm over his face. Gosh I hope he’s not about to cry. I can’t
do crying. I always cry when someone else does. Even on movies. I
am such a girl.

There’s a series of knocks at the door. I pad
my tiny size five feet over to the peephole, get on my tippy toes
to see whose outside.

“Open up short stack. I know you’re in
there.”

Fuck! Not Johnathan again. I am so tired of
his emotional baggage bullshit.

“No, speak, a no, English.” I mutter in the
best Spanish voice I can through the door, holding back a laugh
that’s nearing the surface.

“Shut up woman and open the damn door and let
me in. Or I will pound on the door all-night or use my spare key to
your room and let myself in. If I have to. You decide. I’ll play
this game however you want.” Jesus, his voice is saucy.

This son of a bitch is seriously asking for a
big ball busting kick. His nose only took a day to heal. I will
sure as hell make sure his children’s, children’s, children feel
this one!

“You can’t always have what you want
John-a-than” I yell through the door.

“Oh yes I can and I will. And do you want to
be having this conversation through this door?”

“No. I don’t want to have any sort of
conversation with you at all. Quite frankly. And Stacy is in here
and I am in my panties. So I will talk to you some other time.”

I hear a loud growl echo in the hallway
outside my door. This man has got to get his DNA checked. Mine has
problems with men maybe his ass, is part wolf.

“You will open the door. Naked, with panties
on, a parka or whatever. We will be having this out tonight. Right
now.” He states and his voice is very stern and deep. I would love
it coming from any other person them him. Anyone else and I’d open
it up naked and screw their brains out. But with him I’d love to
get a frying pan and bash him over the head.

“Just let him in.” Stacy mopes, his body
propped on the side against the suites wall, his mouth is in a
seriously heartbreaking frown.

“I don’t want him in here.” I whisper.

“I can still hear you talking in there.”
Johnathan chimes in.

“Yeah-yeah-yeah don’t get your panties in a
bunch.” I snap.

“I’m not wearing any panties, Red. I do
boxers. Silk preferably.” He mocks with a laugh. Hardy-har-har-har
dick wad! I so wish I could just kill him. He is the most
infuriating person on the face of the earth.

“Just let him in Em, he’s obviously not going
to leave until you do. I’ll go back down to my room and if you need
me just call or come down. You need to fix whatever this problem is
between you two. It’s going to get worse before it gets better if
you don’t take care of it. I want you to still work with me. I
seriously need to go see my mom and I can’t live like this. The
drama between you two is exhausting.” He runs his hand through his
shaggy hair. Still gorgeous with a deep frown on his face.

“See….Smart man. I knew I hired Stacy for a
reason.” Dickhead says from behind the door. I shake my head. This
is getting out of control. Stacy is right I need to nip this in the
butt now. I just don’t know how. Mainly because I don’t know what
the issue is to begin with.

I yank the door open with force. I don’t even
both to put on any clothes. He came to me. So I don’t give a shit
what I wear, if he’s in my presence he’ll have to deal.

“Fine.” I gesture for him to come in and
Stacy pecks me gently on the cheek and exits peering down at the
ground and doesn’t say another word. Poor best friend. I just want
to hug him and hold him. But I know that’s just cruel at this
point.

“Can’t you put on a robe or a parka?” he
comments, walking into the bedroom living room combo and sits on
the corner of my bed his elbows resting on his knees. He’s changed
into a pair of black workout sweat pants. No elastic around the
ankles, slippers and a plain white wife-beater. Rocker delicious,
is what I’d call it.

“If you’re going to come into my hotel room
at” I glance over at the alarm clock. “One fifty two in the morning
I am going to wear whatever the hell I want and you’re going to
deal with it. I didn’t ask you here Johnathan. I was busy putting
on my nightly body butter when you knocked.” I go back to the desk
and slide my fingers into the butter, rub it against my palms and
start smoothing it on my stomach.

“You…wea” his voice cracks and he coughs.
”wear body butter to bed?” he asks watching me.