home and not to worry about me. I knew it would kill her not to know all the details immediately, but she could wait and it would probably do her good. She told me she hadn’t spilled the beans about James and I and I believed her. However, I still figured the less people who knew the better. I still couldn’t figure out how Victoria had found out about James and me. Was she spying on me or did someone else tell her? Maybe she just assumed as she had about James staying with the agency. I guess it didn’t matter.
That was all over now and everything seemed to have worked out for the best. I guess I was Battery’s new agent and Peter was going to be taken care of, but I wasn’t clear on the details. James wasn’t using me and Victoria was still a raving bitch but at least the Fraulein had gotten a taste of her own medicine. I remembered her last words to us. She’d promised to ruin us, but what could she do? James could probably buy Roland outright and still have money left over. James was right too. Roland wasn’t the same agency it was when Samuel was running it. I’d heard that so many times and seeing the way Victoria operated, I knew it was true.
Victoria was a self-aggrandizing egomaniac. It wasn’t in her nature to listen to others or do as her clients requested and when the goodwill Samuel had engendered ran out, she’d find herself bankrupt. It was sad to think of her ruining her father’s legacy, but she deserved whatever she got. Maybe something would change that probable future, but I doubted it. She was too stubborn to listen to anyone and her ego wouldn’t allow her to change. Too bad but that was my past now and I had a great future to look forward to, even though it wasn’t anything like I’d imagined.
I finished packing and drove back to Malibu. James was already up when I arrived. He told me sleep was something he had learned to go without over the years. Apparently, touring wasn’t conducive to sleep, especially when you were partying with you band mates on the bus every night. I’d been gone for almost four hours so he got a decent nap anyway. Now he was hungry but all I wanted to do was to make good on my promise to fuck him silly. He wanted to go out instead.
“Are you just teasing me?” I asked as he turned me around and pushed me back out the door.
“Just keeping you guessing,” he said as he looked his truck over, even bending, licking his thumb and rubbing a spot on the front fender. “Just dust,” he reported and came to help me into my seat. My capri pants and tank made getting in and out much easier than my tight business skirts did.
“The fender’s fine, but there might be a dent in the tailgate,” I joked and James shot me a death stare and then laughed. Still, he walked around the back of the truck to check before climbing into the driver’s seat.
“You don’t joke about a man’s truck,” he warned jokingly.
“Just keeping you guessing,” I replied and got a raised eyebrow as we left to get an early dinner. I giggled as James threw the truck into gear and mashed the accelerator causing the tires to bark and then he laughed too.
~13~
We got back to James’ house around seven that evening. After dinner, we took a walk on the beach. James told me he loved the ocean and had even learned how to surf. I laughed at that, picturing him in his boots, jeans and black t-shirt on surfboard. He assured me he wore board shorts and left his boots on the beach. Still it didn’t seem like James, the dark, brooding rocker, but I did ask him to teach me. He promised he would get me lessons instead.
“I absolutely suck at surfing,” he told me and I laughed hysterically. Back at his house, he made us some ice tea as I looked out over the ocean and his pool.
“Can we go swimming?” I asked impulsively
“Sure, mi casa es su casa. But I do have a rule. No clothes allowed in the pool,” he said. I laughed and James reiterated, “I mean it. No clothes out
That was all over now and everything seemed to have worked out for the best. I guess I was Battery’s new agent and Peter was going to be taken care of, but I wasn’t clear on the details. James wasn’t using me and Victoria was still a raving bitch but at least the Fraulein had gotten a taste of her own medicine. I remembered her last words to us. She’d promised to ruin us, but what could she do? James could probably buy Roland outright and still have money left over. James was right too. Roland wasn’t the same agency it was when Samuel was running it. I’d heard that so many times and seeing the way Victoria operated, I knew it was true.
Victoria was a self-aggrandizing egomaniac. It wasn’t in her nature to listen to others or do as her clients requested and when the goodwill Samuel had engendered ran out, she’d find herself bankrupt. It was sad to think of her ruining her father’s legacy, but she deserved whatever she got. Maybe something would change that probable future, but I doubted it. She was too stubborn to listen to anyone and her ego wouldn’t allow her to change. Too bad but that was my past now and I had a great future to look forward to, even though it wasn’t anything like I’d imagined.
I finished packing and drove back to Malibu. James was already up when I arrived. He told me sleep was something he had learned to go without over the years. Apparently, touring wasn’t conducive to sleep, especially when you were partying with you band mates on the bus every night. I’d been gone for almost four hours so he got a decent nap anyway. Now he was hungry but all I wanted to do was to make good on my promise to fuck him silly. He wanted to go out instead.
“Are you just teasing me?” I asked as he turned me around and pushed me back out the door.
“Just keeping you guessing,” he said as he looked his truck over, even bending, licking his thumb and rubbing a spot on the front fender. “Just dust,” he reported and came to help me into my seat. My capri pants and tank made getting in and out much easier than my tight business skirts did.
“The fender’s fine, but there might be a dent in the tailgate,” I joked and James shot me a death stare and then laughed. Still, he walked around the back of the truck to check before climbing into the driver’s seat.
“You don’t joke about a man’s truck,” he warned jokingly.
“Just keeping you guessing,” I replied and got a raised eyebrow as we left to get an early dinner. I giggled as James threw the truck into gear and mashed the accelerator causing the tires to bark and then he laughed too.
~13~
We got back to James’ house around seven that evening. After dinner, we took a walk on the beach. James told me he loved the ocean and had even learned how to surf. I laughed at that, picturing him in his boots, jeans and black t-shirt on surfboard. He assured me he wore board shorts and left his boots on the beach. Still it didn’t seem like James, the dark, brooding rocker, but I did ask him to teach me. He promised he would get me lessons instead.
“I absolutely suck at surfing,” he told me and I laughed hysterically. Back at his house, he made us some ice tea as I looked out over the ocean and his pool.
“Can we go swimming?” I asked impulsively
“Sure, mi casa es su casa. But I do have a rule. No clothes allowed in the pool,” he said. I laughed and James reiterated, “I mean it. No clothes out
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