“We did pretty damn good,” Mason said. “Fuck Gavin.”
“Yeah!” Desi said. “We don’t need him.”
A hand gripped my arm from behind. When warm lips pressed against my ear, I knew exactly who it was. “You kicked ass, baby.”
I smiled then turned around. Cash held a large boutique of flowers, and handed them to me. As soon as I took them, I inhaled the scent. “They’re beautiful.”
Cash stared at me with a mesmerized face. “You were amazing—really.”
I felt myself blush. Damn, I hated it when I did that.
“I can’t believe you took over the show like that. What happened to Gavin?”
“Umm…” I felt the need to cover for him, at least when Mason and Desi were listening. “He was under the weather.”
“Well, you don’t even need him.” He put his hand on my waist and gave me a serious look. “You’re a one woman show.”
“No. I’d be nothing without my drummer and second guitarist.”
He smiled. “If you say so.” He gripped my waist and pulled me away.
“Why did you come tonight?”
“To see you, of course.”
“But you’ve already seen me.”
His hand gripped my waist, his fingers reaching to the dip in my back. His hands were so large, he could squeeze me in half. “And I want to see you—again and again. I get to sit in the dark and listen to your beautiful voice all I want. You can’t hide behind a menu or a loose strand of hair.”
Damn, he knew me pretty well. That cocky asshole. But I was moved he came to the show again. It was really sweet.
He pulled a CD cover out of his back pocket with a permanent marker. “I would love your autograph.”
That moved me even more. “Really?”
“Of course.” He held it out to me.
After my cheeks turned bright red, I signed it. I scribbled a heart at the end, just for him.
He smiled when he took it. “This is going to be worth a lot of money someday.”
“Stop.”
“I’m serious.” His hands returned to my waist and held me close.
“We need to pack,” Mason said as he disassembled his drum set. “Come on. You can make out with your boyfriend later.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said quickly.
“Whatever,” Mason said.
“I should get going…” I really didn’t want to leave Cash, not when he was standing in front of me, being so sweet and looking so fuckable.
“I’ll help.” He packed the equipment and stored it in the car. When everything was done, we said our goodbyes.
“You should celebrate with your friends,” he said. “But you’re mine tomorrow.”
I smiled at him, feeling the tingle in my fingers. “Deal.”
He cupped my face then gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye, Cash.”
He walked back into the auditorium while I gripped my flowers. I took another sniff before I got into the car.
“Not your boyfriend, my ass,” Desi said.
I was too happy to respond.
Chapter Twelve
Cash Matthews
I had a hard-on for the entire show. The tight jeans she wore and loose top drove me wild. I imagined her in fuck-me heels and slutty lingerie. That just made it worse. But I loved listening to her even more.
Her voice was rare, truly hypnotic. When I listened to her, all the bullshit in my life disappeared. I was at peace. Calm and relaxed. I got to lean back in my chair and stare at her like a creepy stalker, my thoughts and appearance hidden in the shadows. My only complaint was everyone else in the room. I wished it were a private show.
The flowers were a good move. I could tell she liked them. I hadn’t even bought her anything expensive, but she acted like I already gave her the world. Just a simple bouquet made her happy. It was clear she wasn’t materialistic. The women I normally dated cared about all the pretty things I bought them, but not Prudence.
My request for an autograph was genuine. I really did want her name on something I could keep forever. Making her smile just made it even better. Every time her lips stretched and her perfect teeth shined, I desperately wanted her to do it again. It made me warm.
Now I was at work, daydreaming about the woman coming over tonight. I desperately wanted her in my bed, to listen to the sounds of her musical sighs as I moved inside her. Her perfect skin would be cherished with my lips, and not a single inch would be untouched. I would bring her to a place she’d never been. Her legs would shake as I rocked her world. My distant neighbors down the beach would complain about her screams.
I shook my head when I realized I was zoning out during the table reading. These were always boring. Jay Leno seemed bored, knowing he didn’t need to rehearse twice, especially when cue cards were in front of him. I couldn’t agree more. It was more of a rehearsal for the writers. He wasn’t necessary. The band practiced on their own, so that saved us some time.
The script was good so we broke for lunch. When we crossed the street, I immediately looked for Prudence’s window. My fantasy of her standing in front of the window, a small towel barely covering her soaked body, didn’t come true. Disappointed, I kept walking.
Parker joined me a moment later. “Why did you blow off Cynthia last week?”
“Cynthia?”
“Seriously?” He held a plate of sushi in one hand and his chopsticks in the other.
That’s right. That girl from the first show. The blonde with big tits. “I was in a hurry.”
“To go backstage?”
“I told you I didn’t want to be set up.” I kept my anger back. In reality, I was extremely annoyed.
“You didn’t have to marry her.” He threw a California roll in his mouth. “She would have fucked you for a chance at the studio.”
“Which is exactly what I don’t want,” I snapped. “I can get my own dates, Parker.”
“I have yet to see that.”
“Are we girls now?” I finished my salad then put it aside. I had an intense workout regimen, and I couldn’t just eat crap from a food cart all the time, not if I wanted to make Prudence scream my name while I fucked her. I wanted her to be impressed with me, pleased by me.
Parker rolled his eyes. “Just trying to help, man.”