Consumed by Emily Snow Page A

it’s a short message that has absolutely nothing to do with my job. Three sentences but just enough to send my world spinning.
    He didn’t waste anytime getting back with you. Hope you enjoy it, Sienna Jensen. I just wonder . . . will you still want him when I’m done.
    -SAMANTHA W.
    There’s no need for me to sit around wondering if this is from the Samantha because it’s obvious. Speak of the unstable devil—the devil who had personally sought me out on my business website just to send me a passive aggressive message. With my fingers and hands tingling, I close my laptop, shove it back into the bag, and return it to the foyer. I tiptoe upstairs where I find Lucas facedown, sleeping soundly. 
    Standing on my side of the bed, I clench and unclench my hands, wanting to wake him up though I know it’s pointless. Telling him that his ex electronically threatened me—if I can even call it that—will do nothing but frustrate him. And besides, it’ll just make me sound like I can’t handle my shit—the exact thing that Sinjin warned me about earlier.
    He doesn’t budge when I stretch out beside of him, or when I clear my throat.
    “When this is all over, you, Lucas-Fucking-Wolfe, will tell me everything.”

Lucas

    The shrill ring of my phone, and not my alarm clock, jerks me out of bed. Sienna is sleeping peacefully in the bed next to me, and the room is dark, but I know we’re running late. I accept the call, knowing damn well who’s waiting on the other line without looking at the screen.
    “Wake up,” Kylie sings. “And don’t give me that crap about already being up. I can practically hear the yawn in your breathing.”
    I turn on the bedside lamp. “Why the fuck do I feel like you’ll be doing this more than Tyler for the next month and a half?” 
     She snorts. “I may not be going on tour, but I’m still your assistant. It’s my job to make sure you’re doing what’s right. Including waking up on time and not missing the bus.” 
    “One, they won’t leave me, and two, if you keep bitching at me, I won’t ever get there. I’ll call you once we get on.” We end the call on that note, and when I finally look at the screen, I realize that Kylie’s calling me from McCrae’s local number and not their place in New Orleans. 
    Her being in town explains why Wyatt was nowhere to be found last night, and I’ve got to admit, it’s a relief. Nothing would ruin this tour faster than 
    “Guess you weren’t lying about this early morning thing,” Sienna says, and I look back to see her sitting up, her red hair all over her place, looking like the best kind of trouble. “Do I have time to shower or are we too late?”
     “Tyler will live.” I skim my hand down the side of her face, and she shivers. “And there’s no fucking way you’re going into that bathroom without me.”
    A half an hour later when we go downstairs, there’s already a car waiting out front for us—Kylie’s doing because she’s the only person besides my housekeeper and myself with the code to the gate. Once Sienna and I are securely inside and the car has started to move, I sink back in the black leather seat, squeeze my eyes shut, and let my head fall back on the headrest.
    This is the first time in months that I’ve overslept, but not for a good reason. I’ve got one motherfucker of a headache. The little bit of sleep I managed to get last night was screwed over by shitty dreams. The only bright side is the twenty minutes I spent in the shower with Sienna, with my cock buried deep inside of her, and her fingernails raking a crisscross pattern across my back as we fucked against the tile wall.
    Even then, even after letting go, she was still tense from arguing about Sam last night.
    Automatically, the muscles in the back of my neck tighten. Fucking Samantha. She’s kept her promise to leave me alone, and yet she’s still causing me problems.
    Sienna rests her hand on my chest. “You alright?” Her voice is