it.
“So, where were we?” Brantley’s glare softened as he reached out to wrap his arms around my waist.
“I can’t.” Biting my lip , I backed away from his outstretched arms. I could easily walk right back into them, finish what we had started earlier, but something nagging inside of me said walk away.
“ Because of him?”
“Yes………I mean , no. Fuck, I don’t know.”
Brantley’s arms dropped to his side s and he slowly nodded his head. I couldn’t look him in the eyes; I didn’t want my confusion to be evident.
“He’s not right for you.”
“I didn’t say I wanted him,” my voice wavered, making my insecurity evident.
“He won’t treat you the way you deserve , Molly. Sure, I’ll admit having drunken sex in a strip club wasn’t the greatest idea I’ve had, but I want to actually get to know you after all this. There is something about you, Molly, that I just can’t get enough of, something that won’t go away easily.”
A lump developed in my throat as I fought the urge to run. Breaking away from this moment was the only way I would be able to survive. I wasn’t looking for a relationship , and especially not with an up and coming rock star.
“I can tell you are unsure, and that’s okay. So, let’s start out as friends,” Brantley said with a sweet smile.
“Hi, I’m Molly Anne McGlenister,” I replied, sticking my hand out in front of me.
“Brantley Nash.”
Walking back out into the club, I noticed Reid wasn’t at any of the tables. The thought of him being in a private room made me sick, but after the exchange earlier, I knew those feelings needed to be squashed.
“Beer?” Brantley asked, motioning to the bar.
I reached for my phone and glanced at the time. It was almost two , and somehow I had to round up all the guys and get them back on the busses and on the road. Another beer would be fantastic since my buzz had basically been killed back there in the hallway.
“We need to get going,” I mumbled as my eyes scanned the club for Tiny.
“Well, didn’t that just ruin the night.”
I let out a small laugh and nodded my head. Getting slammed up against the wall and teased with the assumption of sex had been fantastic, but I’m starting to think the altercation was somehow a saving grace in a weird sense of way.
“I’ll g o grab my guys and get them out. See you tomorrow?” Brantley asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
“Thanks for the help, and of course I’ll see you tomorrow,” I replied with a smile. Where this weird relationship we were starting would take us was a mystery, but there was a spark of curiosity deep down inside of me.
Brantley flashed his lopsided grin and headed over to his band mates. Oh good golly was I in trouble now.
I’m sure it would have been easier breaking into a chastity belt than what I had to go through to pull the boys away from titties and beer. As soon as I got a couple of them out the doors and into the car, I would walk back in and others would be gone. I saw more of that strip club than I cared to remember; glitter, latex, and pasties galore.
“Have you seen Reid, Tiny? I can’t seem to find him,” I asked the giant man as he shoved a very drunk Brody into a car.
“He went back to the bus like an hour ago.”
Dread crept over me when I realized he apparently left after our little encounter and pissing match in the hallway. I knew he had issues with me and Brantley, but his dingle hopper was in and out of chicks at every pit stop. Not that Brantley and I had anything going on anyhow, but for serious, that man had issues.
“That’s the last of them; care to join me in a nice quiet ride back to the busses?” Tiny questioned, holding the last remaining car door open.
“Sounds fantastic,” I replied. This job was taxing not only on my body, but also my mind. Who would have known that babysitting rock stars was such a draining task? As much fun as I was having, all this craziness
“So, where were we?” Brantley’s glare softened as he reached out to wrap his arms around my waist.
“I can’t.” Biting my lip , I backed away from his outstretched arms. I could easily walk right back into them, finish what we had started earlier, but something nagging inside of me said walk away.
“ Because of him?”
“Yes………I mean , no. Fuck, I don’t know.”
Brantley’s arms dropped to his side s and he slowly nodded his head. I couldn’t look him in the eyes; I didn’t want my confusion to be evident.
“He’s not right for you.”
“I didn’t say I wanted him,” my voice wavered, making my insecurity evident.
“He won’t treat you the way you deserve , Molly. Sure, I’ll admit having drunken sex in a strip club wasn’t the greatest idea I’ve had, but I want to actually get to know you after all this. There is something about you, Molly, that I just can’t get enough of, something that won’t go away easily.”
A lump developed in my throat as I fought the urge to run. Breaking away from this moment was the only way I would be able to survive. I wasn’t looking for a relationship , and especially not with an up and coming rock star.
“I can tell you are unsure, and that’s okay. So, let’s start out as friends,” Brantley said with a sweet smile.
“Hi, I’m Molly Anne McGlenister,” I replied, sticking my hand out in front of me.
“Brantley Nash.”
Walking back out into the club, I noticed Reid wasn’t at any of the tables. The thought of him being in a private room made me sick, but after the exchange earlier, I knew those feelings needed to be squashed.
“Beer?” Brantley asked, motioning to the bar.
I reached for my phone and glanced at the time. It was almost two , and somehow I had to round up all the guys and get them back on the busses and on the road. Another beer would be fantastic since my buzz had basically been killed back there in the hallway.
“We need to get going,” I mumbled as my eyes scanned the club for Tiny.
“Well, didn’t that just ruin the night.”
I let out a small laugh and nodded my head. Getting slammed up against the wall and teased with the assumption of sex had been fantastic, but I’m starting to think the altercation was somehow a saving grace in a weird sense of way.
“I’ll g o grab my guys and get them out. See you tomorrow?” Brantley asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
“Thanks for the help, and of course I’ll see you tomorrow,” I replied with a smile. Where this weird relationship we were starting would take us was a mystery, but there was a spark of curiosity deep down inside of me.
Brantley flashed his lopsided grin and headed over to his band mates. Oh good golly was I in trouble now.
I’m sure it would have been easier breaking into a chastity belt than what I had to go through to pull the boys away from titties and beer. As soon as I got a couple of them out the doors and into the car, I would walk back in and others would be gone. I saw more of that strip club than I cared to remember; glitter, latex, and pasties galore.
“Have you seen Reid, Tiny? I can’t seem to find him,” I asked the giant man as he shoved a very drunk Brody into a car.
“He went back to the bus like an hour ago.”
Dread crept over me when I realized he apparently left after our little encounter and pissing match in the hallway. I knew he had issues with me and Brantley, but his dingle hopper was in and out of chicks at every pit stop. Not that Brantley and I had anything going on anyhow, but for serious, that man had issues.
“That’s the last of them; care to join me in a nice quiet ride back to the busses?” Tiny questioned, holding the last remaining car door open.
“Sounds fantastic,” I replied. This job was taxing not only on my body, but also my mind. Who would have known that babysitting rock stars was such a draining task? As much fun as I was having, all this craziness
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