Gage up before coming back to Jason’s, then going to Ryan’s I hit the elevator to take me down to the third floor. Everyone else, including myself is roomed on the same floor.
Apparently Gage didn’t set an alarm, nor does he wake up to me pounding and screaming his name out just beyond the door. Luckily last night before I left his room I swiped an extra key card he had laid out on the desk in his room. Sliding it in, I let myself in.
He lays naked and gorgeous, without trying, asleep in bed. Blankets are tossed onto the floor, one hand lays over his abdomen and the other above his head. One legs drawn up, his foot hitting his knee. His cock erect, and sadly not for me, but human nature, morning wood. I pick the blanket up from the floor and toss it over him, so he doesn’t get the idea that I was creepily staring, even if I was.
“Gage, wake up.” I say while gently nudging his shoulder.
No movement whatsoever.
“Gage! Wake up!” I yell into his ear while shoving his body roughly.
That works, I smirk to myself.
He jumps up off the bed. “Fucking Christ woman!” He yells back, in shock. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” He asks, calmer, but still not realizing that he’s naked.
“I did knock, you didn’t answer. Anyway, I thought I would give everyone a wake up call, so you have time to ready yourselves before the show tonight. I have to go wake Jason and Ryan. I’ll see you at eleven thirty, out front, okay?”
“I’ll be there.” He mumbles in reply.
I thought I had this tour manager thing down, the career of my dreams, the planning, the problem fixing, the stress reducer, the everything when it comes to a tour, excluding the actual talent of musicians. Tonight taught me that I had so much more to learn, I knew jack shit. It could have been the pre-meet and greet, the fans not wanting to leave even though the band had already disappeared, stopping a potential riot was not an easy task.
Or maybe security calling me fifteen times within the first hour of my first concert with Steele’s Army. About groupies trying to barter their way in, bribing with money, showing some leg, some even using fake passes, passes they created, lanyards around their necks that the label nor venue had ever sold. Perhaps I had expected too much when it came to security, I thought this was something they should have had control over, that I shouldn’t have been needed.
Nevertheless, I was, fifteen-fucking-times. To top it off I had Gage eyeing me throughout the entire day with answered questions in his eyes like daggers being thrown at my soul. I was under the impression that last night was the end of our discussion on any topic involving he and I. I get the feeling though that he feels today otherwise.
Just as the entire venue is cleared out, every band member including Natalie, Temperance and Layla are already headed back to the hotel, he finds me.
Gage.
Dreamy, mouthwatering, desirable, rough around the edges asshole, Gage.
“There you are, I’ve been searching all over for you.”
He’s got that look. The I-want-to-fuck-you-any-way-till-Sunday look.
Shit.
I straighten my posture and put on the best professional mask that I can muster. “What’re you talking about? You’ve seen me off and on all day if you needed something all you had to do was ask. What’s up?”
Chapter 1 4
The Walnut Creek Amphitheatre in Raleigh was insane, we sold out all 22,550 seats. The newly offered VIP package was a success and wasn’t as taxing as we all initially thought it would be. There weren’t any crazy fans, no one got grabby with their hands or overly drunk, actually it was pretty fucking awesome and I have no idea why we or the label didn’t think of doing it before.
The only downside for the night was that Abagail only spoke to me when she had to , she remained professional at all times. Did she forget that I fucked her less than 24 hours ago? My body sure hadn’t. After a show is when I would
Apparently Gage didn’t set an alarm, nor does he wake up to me pounding and screaming his name out just beyond the door. Luckily last night before I left his room I swiped an extra key card he had laid out on the desk in his room. Sliding it in, I let myself in.
He lays naked and gorgeous, without trying, asleep in bed. Blankets are tossed onto the floor, one hand lays over his abdomen and the other above his head. One legs drawn up, his foot hitting his knee. His cock erect, and sadly not for me, but human nature, morning wood. I pick the blanket up from the floor and toss it over him, so he doesn’t get the idea that I was creepily staring, even if I was.
“Gage, wake up.” I say while gently nudging his shoulder.
No movement whatsoever.
“Gage! Wake up!” I yell into his ear while shoving his body roughly.
That works, I smirk to myself.
He jumps up off the bed. “Fucking Christ woman!” He yells back, in shock. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” He asks, calmer, but still not realizing that he’s naked.
“I did knock, you didn’t answer. Anyway, I thought I would give everyone a wake up call, so you have time to ready yourselves before the show tonight. I have to go wake Jason and Ryan. I’ll see you at eleven thirty, out front, okay?”
“I’ll be there.” He mumbles in reply.
I thought I had this tour manager thing down, the career of my dreams, the planning, the problem fixing, the stress reducer, the everything when it comes to a tour, excluding the actual talent of musicians. Tonight taught me that I had so much more to learn, I knew jack shit. It could have been the pre-meet and greet, the fans not wanting to leave even though the band had already disappeared, stopping a potential riot was not an easy task.
Or maybe security calling me fifteen times within the first hour of my first concert with Steele’s Army. About groupies trying to barter their way in, bribing with money, showing some leg, some even using fake passes, passes they created, lanyards around their necks that the label nor venue had ever sold. Perhaps I had expected too much when it came to security, I thought this was something they should have had control over, that I shouldn’t have been needed.
Nevertheless, I was, fifteen-fucking-times. To top it off I had Gage eyeing me throughout the entire day with answered questions in his eyes like daggers being thrown at my soul. I was under the impression that last night was the end of our discussion on any topic involving he and I. I get the feeling though that he feels today otherwise.
Just as the entire venue is cleared out, every band member including Natalie, Temperance and Layla are already headed back to the hotel, he finds me.
Gage.
Dreamy, mouthwatering, desirable, rough around the edges asshole, Gage.
“There you are, I’ve been searching all over for you.”
He’s got that look. The I-want-to-fuck-you-any-way-till-Sunday look.
Shit.
I straighten my posture and put on the best professional mask that I can muster. “What’re you talking about? You’ve seen me off and on all day if you needed something all you had to do was ask. What’s up?”
Chapter 1 4
The Walnut Creek Amphitheatre in Raleigh was insane, we sold out all 22,550 seats. The newly offered VIP package was a success and wasn’t as taxing as we all initially thought it would be. There weren’t any crazy fans, no one got grabby with their hands or overly drunk, actually it was pretty fucking awesome and I have no idea why we or the label didn’t think of doing it before.
The only downside for the night was that Abagail only spoke to me when she had to , she remained professional at all times. Did she forget that I fucked her less than 24 hours ago? My body sure hadn’t. After a show is when I would
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