staff gets this cleaned up.” I nod at the carpet.
“I’ll take care of everything. First, I’m going take this ‘motherfucker’ to the doc. He’ll probably be glad to have something besides another sunburned patient to deal with.”
“Thanks, man,” I voice my appreciation.
I’ve already determined Omar’s getting a raise. Who cares if he had one three months ago? He’s an integral part of my team, and he’s proven himself more times than I can count. This latest situation has cemented his position with me.
Cradling Cadie in my arms, I wait while he drags her would-be attacker up and hauls him off. Once they are out of sight, I start for the elevator, almost colliding with the Rolling Rock reporter. He steps back and gives me a disapproving look. I want to wipe the critical expression right off his face. Lucky for him, I’d have to put down Cadie to bludgeon him the way I’d like to. With a sneer, I push past, making sure my shoulder slams against his.
He doesn’t react. Smart man.
I hope like hell he’s the last obstacle between us and my cabin’s privacy.
He is, and I am able to get her inside without any further complications.
I’m greeted by my cell flashing on the nightstand, likely with messages from Misty and Rod about me leaving Slyder to close the show. It’s not like I’m not performing two more times this week, and besides, change is a good thing. Slyder has a great voice and deserves an opportunity to show off his chops now and then.
Deciding to neglect the calls, I lay Cadie on my bed. I’m relieved to see her barf-blast projected away from her clothing, keeping her glittery Jolly Roger tee a vomit free zone. I notice then she’s clutching a rag. Upon closer inspection, I realize it’s my T-shirt. The one I tossed out to her, during our performance.
How fucking cute is that? She’s passed out drunk and was almost assaulted, but she refused to release my shirt.
I gently remove it from her hand and set it on a nearby chair.
The whole situation is just plain bizarre. I’ve never had a woman in my bed that wasn’t there for sex. Most are booted out in the morning. Very few are welcomed back a second time. Misty has been one of the rare ones, but only because she’s always around and finds excuses to get me alone.
I’m so fucking grateful my mom called, interrupting a colossal mistake in the making. Consummating the actual deed with her would have prompted serious damage control. Even now, firing her won’t be easy. She knows way too much about me and my bad behavior. I hope I don’t have to enforce the nondisclosure agreement, but I will. Misty knows I don’t fuck around. If she wants to play dirty, I’ll bury her. My attorney will make sure she looks like a money-grabbing, jealous bitch with a vendetta.
“Thirsty…” Cadie whispers, her voice hoarse.
I shove all concerns about my PA and any future legal battles aside and hurry to the small fridge. Water bottle in hand, I return to Cadie’s side.
“Can you hold it?” I brush my knuckles against her cheek. Her skin is like silk, soft and smooth.
“I think so,” she croaks, reaching for the bottle.
Removing the cap, I hand it over.
She manages to prop up on her elbow and takes a slow drink. “This tastes like Heaven.” After another swallow, she asks, “Got an extra toothbrush? I have serious dragon breath.”
“In the bathroom. You sure you can walk?” There is no way she’s falling again on my watch.
“Yeah. I feel better now.”
She rises slowly and sits on the edge of the bed. I’m surprised she isn’t complaining about being here. I assume she’s still too out of it for the reality to register. She did ask for a toothbrush though. So she knows she’s in my cabin not hers.
“Thanks for whatever you did to get me away from that creep.” She visibly shivers, and I want to punch him all over again.
“He won’t be bothering you anymore. I guarantee it.”
She gives me a curious look but
“I’ll take care of everything. First, I’m going take this ‘motherfucker’ to the doc. He’ll probably be glad to have something besides another sunburned patient to deal with.”
“Thanks, man,” I voice my appreciation.
I’ve already determined Omar’s getting a raise. Who cares if he had one three months ago? He’s an integral part of my team, and he’s proven himself more times than I can count. This latest situation has cemented his position with me.
Cradling Cadie in my arms, I wait while he drags her would-be attacker up and hauls him off. Once they are out of sight, I start for the elevator, almost colliding with the Rolling Rock reporter. He steps back and gives me a disapproving look. I want to wipe the critical expression right off his face. Lucky for him, I’d have to put down Cadie to bludgeon him the way I’d like to. With a sneer, I push past, making sure my shoulder slams against his.
He doesn’t react. Smart man.
I hope like hell he’s the last obstacle between us and my cabin’s privacy.
He is, and I am able to get her inside without any further complications.
I’m greeted by my cell flashing on the nightstand, likely with messages from Misty and Rod about me leaving Slyder to close the show. It’s not like I’m not performing two more times this week, and besides, change is a good thing. Slyder has a great voice and deserves an opportunity to show off his chops now and then.
Deciding to neglect the calls, I lay Cadie on my bed. I’m relieved to see her barf-blast projected away from her clothing, keeping her glittery Jolly Roger tee a vomit free zone. I notice then she’s clutching a rag. Upon closer inspection, I realize it’s my T-shirt. The one I tossed out to her, during our performance.
How fucking cute is that? She’s passed out drunk and was almost assaulted, but she refused to release my shirt.
I gently remove it from her hand and set it on a nearby chair.
The whole situation is just plain bizarre. I’ve never had a woman in my bed that wasn’t there for sex. Most are booted out in the morning. Very few are welcomed back a second time. Misty has been one of the rare ones, but only because she’s always around and finds excuses to get me alone.
I’m so fucking grateful my mom called, interrupting a colossal mistake in the making. Consummating the actual deed with her would have prompted serious damage control. Even now, firing her won’t be easy. She knows way too much about me and my bad behavior. I hope I don’t have to enforce the nondisclosure agreement, but I will. Misty knows I don’t fuck around. If she wants to play dirty, I’ll bury her. My attorney will make sure she looks like a money-grabbing, jealous bitch with a vendetta.
“Thirsty…” Cadie whispers, her voice hoarse.
I shove all concerns about my PA and any future legal battles aside and hurry to the small fridge. Water bottle in hand, I return to Cadie’s side.
“Can you hold it?” I brush my knuckles against her cheek. Her skin is like silk, soft and smooth.
“I think so,” she croaks, reaching for the bottle.
Removing the cap, I hand it over.
She manages to prop up on her elbow and takes a slow drink. “This tastes like Heaven.” After another swallow, she asks, “Got an extra toothbrush? I have serious dragon breath.”
“In the bathroom. You sure you can walk?” There is no way she’s falling again on my watch.
“Yeah. I feel better now.”
She rises slowly and sits on the edge of the bed. I’m surprised she isn’t complaining about being here. I assume she’s still too out of it for the reality to register. She did ask for a toothbrush though. So she knows she’s in my cabin not hers.
“Thanks for whatever you did to get me away from that creep.” She visibly shivers, and I want to punch him all over again.
“He won’t be bothering you anymore. I guarantee it.”
She gives me a curious look but
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