performance on this tour, everyone who works for me will suffer. I’ve got a damned good reason to think before acting. Syon made this my workplace. So…I have to hold on to my professionalism.”
He studied her for a long moment. She could see his outer shell cracking, granting her a glimpse of the wounded soul behind his public persona. His lips twitched, just a bit, into a genuine grin. “I’m beginning to see why Syon is fascinated with you.”
“Huh?” Confusion stole her composure as Ramsey strolled back toward her with that sexy prowl of his. She tipped her head back to maintain eye contact and didn’t care for the feeling of exposure that washed through her.
“You have integrity.” He reached out and tapped her on the lips with his index finger.
Kate jumped back, feeling like a live wire had touched her.
Ramsey laughed, low and deep. “That’s sexy. Really sexy. Sucks that you prefer Syon.”
“Yeah, I heard how pitiful your night was as you longed for my company.”
He smiled before moving back toward the door and knocking on the drywall. “It’s not that thin.” His eyes flashed. “What can I say? I do a fantastic job at everything.”
Kate groaned and pointed him toward the hallway. “I’ve got all I need from you, thanks.”
He licked his lower lip. “No, you’re still hungry.”
She raised her voice. “Bye!”
He chuckled knowingly at her before disappearing into the hallway.
She was going to be insane by the end of the tour.
Chapter 3
Syon was avoiding her.
It really pissed her off.
Liar… It stings.
Well, that too.
The other members of Toxsin had come by her suite for fittings, but Cid showed up with Syon’s missing-crotch pants instead of the singer.
“Pull a pattern off these.”
The road manager tossed the garment at her. She caught it but dropped them on the chair next to her. “I don’t clone. I do my own work. Always. I need a fitting.”
Cid was close to fifty by her guess but hiding it extremely well. His body was toned and fit, and only a hint of gray was visible where his hair had grown out at its roots. He fixed her with a hard look.
“You’re here to work on our schedule. Mr. Braden hasn’t had time for a fitting. In case you missed it, he’s a celebrity.”
“My work is custom.” Kate pointed at the two pairs of partially completed pants hanging on a rack, waiting for fittings. “If Syon wants a pair of pants that fit, I need him down here.”
She needed his ass and his hard-on, but she was avoiding thinking about the particulars.
Cid didn’t like her tone. Something slithered through her that left a very unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth. She realized she was getting a glimpse of what it was like to ruffle the feathers of those who considered Syon their bread and butter. If Syon told Cid to be a dick to her, he would without getting a single hair out of place. Cid knew who was signing the paychecks and didn’t give a shit about how many feelings got hurt while he was ensuring his meal ticket. Toxsin was bringing in big money, and that meant there were going to be big sharks swimming in the tank. No one was on tour who didn’t know when to abandon fair play.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
The road manager left with an air of importance and no hint of remorse in his expression.
She should have dived back into the work she had.
Should have, but she walked across the suite and glared out at the San Francisco skyline instead. The sun had gone down hours ago, but the city was far from sleepy. There was a buzz and pulse that she could feel through the double-paned glass windows. Traffic was flowing below her, people thick on the sidewalks. Cafés were open, catering to the night crowd. It seemed too dedicated to spend the night working for someone who couldn’t be bothered to make time for a fitting.
Okay, she was miffed that she didn’t rate high enough for an hour of his time.
Kate shook off her grumpiness.
Syon had gotten his eight
He studied her for a long moment. She could see his outer shell cracking, granting her a glimpse of the wounded soul behind his public persona. His lips twitched, just a bit, into a genuine grin. “I’m beginning to see why Syon is fascinated with you.”
“Huh?” Confusion stole her composure as Ramsey strolled back toward her with that sexy prowl of his. She tipped her head back to maintain eye contact and didn’t care for the feeling of exposure that washed through her.
“You have integrity.” He reached out and tapped her on the lips with his index finger.
Kate jumped back, feeling like a live wire had touched her.
Ramsey laughed, low and deep. “That’s sexy. Really sexy. Sucks that you prefer Syon.”
“Yeah, I heard how pitiful your night was as you longed for my company.”
He smiled before moving back toward the door and knocking on the drywall. “It’s not that thin.” His eyes flashed. “What can I say? I do a fantastic job at everything.”
Kate groaned and pointed him toward the hallway. “I’ve got all I need from you, thanks.”
He licked his lower lip. “No, you’re still hungry.”
She raised her voice. “Bye!”
He chuckled knowingly at her before disappearing into the hallway.
She was going to be insane by the end of the tour.
Chapter 3
Syon was avoiding her.
It really pissed her off.
Liar… It stings.
Well, that too.
The other members of Toxsin had come by her suite for fittings, but Cid showed up with Syon’s missing-crotch pants instead of the singer.
“Pull a pattern off these.”
The road manager tossed the garment at her. She caught it but dropped them on the chair next to her. “I don’t clone. I do my own work. Always. I need a fitting.”
Cid was close to fifty by her guess but hiding it extremely well. His body was toned and fit, and only a hint of gray was visible where his hair had grown out at its roots. He fixed her with a hard look.
“You’re here to work on our schedule. Mr. Braden hasn’t had time for a fitting. In case you missed it, he’s a celebrity.”
“My work is custom.” Kate pointed at the two pairs of partially completed pants hanging on a rack, waiting for fittings. “If Syon wants a pair of pants that fit, I need him down here.”
She needed his ass and his hard-on, but she was avoiding thinking about the particulars.
Cid didn’t like her tone. Something slithered through her that left a very unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth. She realized she was getting a glimpse of what it was like to ruffle the feathers of those who considered Syon their bread and butter. If Syon told Cid to be a dick to her, he would without getting a single hair out of place. Cid knew who was signing the paychecks and didn’t give a shit about how many feelings got hurt while he was ensuring his meal ticket. Toxsin was bringing in big money, and that meant there were going to be big sharks swimming in the tank. No one was on tour who didn’t know when to abandon fair play.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
The road manager left with an air of importance and no hint of remorse in his expression.
She should have dived back into the work she had.
Should have, but she walked across the suite and glared out at the San Francisco skyline instead. The sun had gone down hours ago, but the city was far from sleepy. There was a buzz and pulse that she could feel through the double-paned glass windows. Traffic was flowing below her, people thick on the sidewalks. Cafés were open, catering to the night crowd. It seemed too dedicated to spend the night working for someone who couldn’t be bothered to make time for a fitting.
Okay, she was miffed that she didn’t rate high enough for an hour of his time.
Kate shook off her grumpiness.
Syon had gotten his eight
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