principalmente.” (A little, I learned mainly swear words.) I responded.
The burly man erupted into laughter, his colleagues turned to see what the fuss was about.
“Brava!” (Good Girl) He clapped as he shifted back into English.
“You are a funny girl, you sure you aren’t one of us?”
“Thank you but no I’m Australian. I love Rome though and am happy to be back.” I honestly was glad to be back, Rome had some rather fond memories for me.
“Well please come this way. There are people in front. They try to get to band but we have security there to stop. You have all bags?” His tone had warmed and he genuinely seemed pleased to help us as he directed us to the doors.
“What was that?” Alex looked at me puzzled, “You speak Italian?”
“A little.” I gave Alex a sideways glance.
“What did you say that was amusing?” James elbowed me gently in the side.
“I told him that despite finding him attractive, I didn’t want to sleep with him.” A smile teased the corners of my mouth.
James shook his head as he burst into laughter. Alex, Jason, Dan and Troy, not understanding the joke, looked on confused.
“Huh? Did we miss something?” Jason rubbed his forehead.
“Old joke. The day I met Lexi in the hospital after Mike’s accident, she told me that even though I had a nice ass she didn’t want to sleep with me.” James filled the others in.
James retold the story of our first encounter in the ICU waiting room and my unwillingness to accept his shirt. How much had changed since then.
“You are a constant surprise to me,” whispered Alex, his lips kissing my ear. His kiss stirred up other feelings and I wanted desperately to be alone with him.
“Ok. You go here.” The burly man directed us through the doors.
“Grazie .” I took a moment to offer him my hand to thank him.
“The pleasure was mine, Bella.” He took my hand and kissed it.
~~~~~~
Lights flashed and the noise was deafening as the band entered the public arrivals area. Fans tried to break away from the security barriers as they waved signs declaring their love and adoration for the band.
Marcy’s people had decided to let Power Station exit first, knowing the bulk of the people were here for them. (I honestly doubted any one from the screaming horde was here for a B grade soap actress, especially one as talentless as her, but hey maybe it was just me.)
DarNell, Bear and two new additions to the security team, Brad and Jake, had joined us on the flight and had surrounded us to help clear a path through the crowd to the waiting cars.
“Make a hole,” shouted Jake, a recent honourably discharged Navy Seal who took his job very seriously, as he pushed through the throng of people.
Fans pushed and pulled, desperate to get closer. Some were crying as they made the slightest contact with their idols who were hurried past and almost hurtled into the car.
“Sorry Ma’am.” apologized Jake grabbing my ass in an over zealous effort to help me into the car.
It was intense. While the band enjoyed huge success in America, they were still able to walk around the streets relatively safely. Of course they were constantly being photographed and fans approached them regularly for their autograph, but for the most part they could still enjoy their lives. Here they would be lucky to make it out the front door without being attacked. The hysteria was overwhelming.
We were split into two groups with DarNell and Jake joining Alex, James and myself in one car, while Bear and Brad rode with Troy, Jason and Dan.
The drivers carefully pulled away, beeping their horns to clear the traffic of bodies in front of them.
“This is crazy!” I turned to Alex and James who had relaxed into their seats.
“Yeah, European fans are pretty energetic,” shrugged James. “We always get an intense reception.”
“Don’t worry Ma’am, there is no need for concern. You’re safe with us,” Jake interjected.
DarNell who was
The burly man erupted into laughter, his colleagues turned to see what the fuss was about.
“Brava!” (Good Girl) He clapped as he shifted back into English.
“You are a funny girl, you sure you aren’t one of us?”
“Thank you but no I’m Australian. I love Rome though and am happy to be back.” I honestly was glad to be back, Rome had some rather fond memories for me.
“Well please come this way. There are people in front. They try to get to band but we have security there to stop. You have all bags?” His tone had warmed and he genuinely seemed pleased to help us as he directed us to the doors.
“What was that?” Alex looked at me puzzled, “You speak Italian?”
“A little.” I gave Alex a sideways glance.
“What did you say that was amusing?” James elbowed me gently in the side.
“I told him that despite finding him attractive, I didn’t want to sleep with him.” A smile teased the corners of my mouth.
James shook his head as he burst into laughter. Alex, Jason, Dan and Troy, not understanding the joke, looked on confused.
“Huh? Did we miss something?” Jason rubbed his forehead.
“Old joke. The day I met Lexi in the hospital after Mike’s accident, she told me that even though I had a nice ass she didn’t want to sleep with me.” James filled the others in.
James retold the story of our first encounter in the ICU waiting room and my unwillingness to accept his shirt. How much had changed since then.
“You are a constant surprise to me,” whispered Alex, his lips kissing my ear. His kiss stirred up other feelings and I wanted desperately to be alone with him.
“Ok. You go here.” The burly man directed us through the doors.
“Grazie .” I took a moment to offer him my hand to thank him.
“The pleasure was mine, Bella.” He took my hand and kissed it.
~~~~~~
Lights flashed and the noise was deafening as the band entered the public arrivals area. Fans tried to break away from the security barriers as they waved signs declaring their love and adoration for the band.
Marcy’s people had decided to let Power Station exit first, knowing the bulk of the people were here for them. (I honestly doubted any one from the screaming horde was here for a B grade soap actress, especially one as talentless as her, but hey maybe it was just me.)
DarNell, Bear and two new additions to the security team, Brad and Jake, had joined us on the flight and had surrounded us to help clear a path through the crowd to the waiting cars.
“Make a hole,” shouted Jake, a recent honourably discharged Navy Seal who took his job very seriously, as he pushed through the throng of people.
Fans pushed and pulled, desperate to get closer. Some were crying as they made the slightest contact with their idols who were hurried past and almost hurtled into the car.
“Sorry Ma’am.” apologized Jake grabbing my ass in an over zealous effort to help me into the car.
It was intense. While the band enjoyed huge success in America, they were still able to walk around the streets relatively safely. Of course they were constantly being photographed and fans approached them regularly for their autograph, but for the most part they could still enjoy their lives. Here they would be lucky to make it out the front door without being attacked. The hysteria was overwhelming.
We were split into two groups with DarNell and Jake joining Alex, James and myself in one car, while Bear and Brad rode with Troy, Jason and Dan.
The drivers carefully pulled away, beeping their horns to clear the traffic of bodies in front of them.
“This is crazy!” I turned to Alex and James who had relaxed into their seats.
“Yeah, European fans are pretty energetic,” shrugged James. “We always get an intense reception.”
“Don’t worry Ma’am, there is no need for concern. You’re safe with us,” Jake interjected.
DarNell who was
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