“Well, if that’s true, maybe it doesn’t matter if we perform.”
“Big risk,” Dane says from the doorway. “I take it we have a problem.”
-13-
Loveday Trevaskis
“Where the fuck have you been?” Jessie demands as I slink back into our hotel room as quietly as humanly possible. I’d hoped she was asleep, but I guess that was too much to ask. The lights were off, but she clicks the lamp on as I stumble my way towards the bed, which paints the room with a soft bronze glow. “Where?”
I shrug. “Went for a wander.”
Considering the current time, I decide it’s probably not worth getting into bed, especially when it means climbing in beside Jessie, whose glower makes her look as if she’s auditioning for a role in the next post-apocalyptic blockbuster, so I turn to my suitcase and pull out some fresh undies, jeans and a tee.
“You fucked him,” she says, like she knows it without a shadow of a doubt, because she’s somehow managed to track my movements while I was out of her sight. She gets out of bed, comes up behind me, and slaps her hand on my shoulder as if she’s about to make a citizen’s arrest. “I can’t fucking believe it, Lowdy. Jesus, you stink of him.”
Stink’s a bit of an exaggeration, surely. Though there’s definitely a trace scent of his aftershave on the dressing gown. Or maybe that’s just how the hotel linen smells.
Either way, I refuse to feel guilty.
“Why’s it so damned difficult for members of this band to keep their knickers on?”
I respond with another shrug, this one backed with a smile, as I step into a clean pair, these ones white with cute little heart detailing. I guess I left the others behind on Darke’s bathroom floor.
I notice Ivy’s staying remarkably quiet. She’s definitely awake though, I can see her eyes and nose peeping out from under the duvet.
“I knew you were going to do it the minute you clapped eyes on him. It was there in your face, you were just eating him up with your stare,” Jessie continues.
I don’t argue with her. I learned not to bother, back when we were five. It’s interesting though, because I’m pretty certain my first thoughts about Nathaniel Darke weren’t of licking him. They concerned the fact he was prepared to stand back and let us gang up on his brother, so long as we didn’t get too rough.
“You’re mind’s always in the fucking gutter.”
“Better than being a prude.”
A shudder rolls right up her spine. She pulls her shoulders back and stands tall. “I’m not.”
She so is. Jessie, for all that she enjoys dressing like a rock groupie, actually believes Dane’s a pervert for enjoying coming all over her tits. I, however, rather enjoyed Darke coming all over mine. Not that I planned for it to happen. Same as I didn’t anticipate him whispering a whole host of dirty words in my ear, or sticking my fingers in his arse. In fact, I’m pretty sure my plan was to keep my distance, because Nate Darke has bad news written all over him.
He’s covered in insects, skulls and snakes, for Pete’s sake.
Too bad fate seems to have different plans.
Is it wrong that I want the zombie apocalypse to happen all over again now? I want to meet him on the stairwell again, drag Knox up the stairs, and then fall into Darke’s arms. The only difference I’d make, is that Joel Ashton wouldn’t show up and cut things short. Instead, we’d stay in bed, I’d work Darke up into a frenzy, and then he’d take me for another ride on his glorious cock.
Glorious—yes, I’m not just waxing lyrical.
I probably ought to have written something on it, and not just on his stupidly cute arse. Maybe, a property of label.
“You’re not even sorry.” Jessie grabs me by the elbow and spins me round to face her. She’s dressed in little pink shorts and a vest top, but still manages to look like the bitch queen of hell. I refuse to let her rage diminish my good mood. I’ve been exceedingly well fucked, so that I’m still tingly from it between my thighs, and I’m determined to hold onto the fuzzy warmth it’s created in my chest for as long as possible.
“I’m sorry you’re upset by it.” That’s as much of an apology as she’s going to get. I haven’t betrayed the band, and it’s not like I slept with her ex. I just let myself get caught up in the moment and enjoyed myself a little. “I didn’t plan anything, Jess. It just happened.”
“If you didn’t plan your little rendezvous, then how did Nate get your number?” she demands. “That’s who you were on the phone to when you left the room, wasn’t it? I didn’t hand it over, nor did Ivy, so the only person it could have come from was you.”
She’s determined to be cross. Maybe that’s due to lack of sleep, or a function of pressure, but I don’t appreciate being her verbal punching bag.
“Was it by chance, because you wrote it on his hot sexy body with your pulling pen? Where’d you mark him, eh? Right along the length of his cock perhaps, so he couldn’t misinterpret that you were up for it?”
“Stop being such a bitch. What does it matter how he got my number, or that I shagged him. Yeah, I did, OK, and it was fab.”
