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Her eyes opened as she stared at me and for a flash they were bright. For a moment there were no secrets. It was fleeting, though, as the shutters quickly slammed down.

“See yourself out,” she said, lowering her leg to the floor. “And next time try a bit harder.”

As I pulled out of her I grinned. I saw the wobble of her legs. How she had to hang on to the bedstead to compose herself. I knew exactly what I’d done to her, and I knew she knew it, too. I also noted that she had said next time.

CHAPTER 4

DESTINY

It had been twenty-four hours since I’d had Joey inside of me and yet I could still feel him. The delicious ache that I didn’t want to go away. I wanted him to drop off the face of the earth, just as long as he left his cock behind.

There was no doubt about it that he was good. I took some of the credit of course, seeing as I’d taught him a few things when we got together all those years ago. There’d been a huge improvement since then, though. I didn’t want to think about how and with whom, I was just glad that I was reaping the benefits.

Whatever advantages there were of having sex with Joey, I couldn’t be distracted. He was not who I needed in my life, except for fucking. I needed to stop thinking about him, otherwise I’d lose track of what I was supposed to be doing. Initially that was having lunch with Laura, who worked for me. It was time to finalise the plans for the coming months.

Touring was a busy business when you were good at your job. I could work for twelve months a year, every year, if I wanted to. After twenty odd years and being much sought after I had the gift of picking and choosing which jobs I did. I could also afford to have Laura and Ryan on a retainer which was a bonus.They were bloody good, and I didn’t want to risk running a tour without them because they were irreplaceable as far as I was concerned.

On cue the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, Laura didn’t look happy. Her arms were crossed firmly over her chest, and she was scowling.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I stood to one side to let her in.

“Bloody men.”

“That covers a whole range of topics. Any man in particular?” I followed her into the lounge, only pausing while she kicked her shoes off.

Laura flounced down on my huge velvet sofa, putting her legs up and making herself at home.

The wine was already poured, so I passed her a glass before settling down on an armchair.

“Spill.”

She shook her head as she took a big gulp of wine, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “His name is Julian, and he is a tit.”

I shrugged. “With a name like Julian, what did you expect? It’s a tit’s name.”

“I know, but I hoped he might be different. He’s hot and the sex was amazing but obviously that doesn’t mean he isn’t a tit.”

“What did he do?”

“Called me by another girl’s name and then tried to bluff it. He said, I looked like a Consuela. I mean, do I?”

With pink spiky hair and blue eyes, there was nothing at all that said Consuela when you looked at her.

“What a twat.”

“Exactly,” she replied without me needing to respond. “So that is what is wrong with me.”

Men like Julian were exactly why I didn’t do relationships. They wormed their way into your heart and then shat on them from a great height. Either that or they beat the shit out of you because they’d had a bad day.

“What about you?” Laura asked, peering at me. “Why are you looking like you’ve been fucked in a thousand different ways?” She leaned forward, taking a closer look. “You have, haven’t you?”

There was no point in denying it. We’d worked together for almost eight years, and she knew when I was lying. It didn’t mean I had to tell her who had fucked me a thousand different ways.

“Yes, I have. It was good and will keep me satisfied for a week or so.” I would no doubt be desperate for a replay in mere days, but it couldn’t happen. If things got desperate I’d get myself a hook up. I would not be calling Joey.

“Name?” Laura demanded, putting her almost empty glass on the coffee table.

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