Page 2 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 2

Two hours after I climbed that stage, I climb down from it, drenched in sweat, a big grin on my face and still reeling from the high I always get from performing for my fans. As usual, my best friend and manager is waiting for me backstage with a bottle of water and towel.

“That was amazing,” Jane says with a grin as she runs forward and hugs me. “You were amazing out there today.”

I grin as we both make our way to my dressing room, security tailing us. “When have I never been?”

“Melbourne . . .”

I stop in front of my dressing room and stare at Jane. “You realize as my manager you’re supposed to kiss my ass and tell me things I want to hear?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass on the whole ass-kissing thing. Wouldn’t want Travis to see that and suddenly start getting ideas,” Jane replies as she opens the door to the dressing room and pulls me inside.

“Wait, what ideas would he be getting?”

“Nothing,” Jane replies as she pushes me down on the couch and pulls my jacket off. “Now, you need to change your clothes. You have a couple of minutes before your meet and greet with the fans backstage.”

But the look on my face proves I have other things on my mind. Specifically, what ideas Jane’s husband could be having about Jane and me.

“Not going anywhere until you tell me what ideas you kissing my ass would give Travis.”

“I think you know, and before you say anything, we were drunk, spent a few minutes imagining it, and in the end, had to drink some more to get the taste of the puke out of our mouths.”

I stick out my tongue suggestively. “No. I bet you guys jumped into bed and then proceeded to have wild, raunchy sex to console yourselves.”

“God, you have a dirty mind.”

“And you love me because of it,” I remind my friend as I begin to take off my leather boots. “It’s what pays the bills around here, remember?”

Jane must find my comment funny enough that she chuckles out loud. Not that I blame her. I can’t remember the last time I saw a bill, much less paid one. I just know someone handles it. And yes, I know it sounds a little weird to say that. But I figure considering all I have to juggle, it’s okay for me to leave something as insignificant as paying the bills to someone else. Plus, there’s all those years I spent worrying about where the money for the next bill was going to come from. The journey from there to now, where I ran an empire worth a couple hundred million, was not smooth nor pretty. But somehow, I found a way to turn a career as one of the leading female rock stars into a business empire I’m pretty proud of. And Jane has stayed by my side through it all.

From the day she called me to tell me she had seen one of my videos and was interested in meeting me. That was fifteen years ago, and it has been one hell of a ride. And I can’t imagine it being possible without Jane. So much so that when she told me I was bigger than she could manage on her own and advised me to join a large management outfit, I told her pointblank I wasn’t going to do that. Instead, I told her she could hire whomever she wanted to. As long as in the end, she was the one who made the decisions. It was a relationship that quickly turned from business to a friendship, and five years ago, when she fell in love with the cute blond playing the drums on one of my tours, I was honored to stand by her side as bridesmaid. And when she chose me as the godmother to her two sons, she gave me two more hearts I hold dear to mine. So dear I sometimes spoil them more than I should. But the way I figure it, it’s my duty as a godmother to spoil them.

Someone knocks on the door, and I let Jane answer it as I struggle out of my clothes.

“He says everything is set for the meet and greet,” Jane relays as she comes back. She catches me naked save for my underwear, staring into a mirror. “Don’t worry. Have two kids and you’ll be running away from those.”

“Didn’t hear Travis complain when he was sticking it to you in the bathroom before the concert,” I reply without looking away from the mirror.

Jane’s cheeks turn red. “How did you hear that?”

I turn around and cock a hand on my hip. “Maybe it was seeing the both of you walking out looking like you were not just doing something naughty. Or trying to at least. Didn’t help with you giggling like some high school girl. Then there was the sound of you moaning and then telling Travis to be quiet.”

“That’s a lie,” Jane says, and I can bet she’s wishing I was just playing. But I’m not, and it’s so fun to pull her leg, so I give her my smuggest smile. “Well, he’s my husband, and I don’t see any reason to be embarrassed.”

“Far as I can tell, you’re the only one who seems to be embarrassed about it.” I walk to my closet and pick out a black T-shirt. “As for me, it just reminded me that it’s been so long since I got poked.”

“Well, tonight may be your lucky night.” Jane hands a pair of jeans to me. “I took a look at the fans gathered backstage and saw a few studs that may catch your fancy.”

I sigh as I pull the pants up to my hips. “Yeah, like I’ll take that chance to see my name in tomorrow papers and a description of what I sound like when I come.”

“That is if he can even make you come,” Jane chimes in with a giggle, and we give each other a high five and burst into laughter. She finishes with the makeup. “Well, it’s the last night of your tour. You get a couple of weeks off before you go back into the studio. Maybe you can find a nice guy before then.”

I groan. “I’m talking of finding a guy to plow me, not some long-term commitment that would probably end two weeks after the first time he finally gets what he wants. I want to get fucked hard, Jane. Like against the wall, head-hanging-upside-down fucked.”

“Oh boy, you’re really horny tonight.”

“Every night, Jane. I finish a concert, and it’s all I can think about after. Someone to pour all of that energy into.”

“Uhm, how about Bob?”

“Ran out of batteries after the Ireland concert. Didn’t bother to replace them since I was no longer enjoying that anymore.”

Jane begins to lead me toward the door, stopping to pick up the black jean jacket that completes my ensemble. “Well, like I said, it’s the last night of the tour. You may get lucky and find some male groupie stud to do all that with.”

“Don’t think you should be telling me to have sex with my fans, Jane.” I give her a look. “You know, with you being my manager and all.”

Jane scoffs. “Yeah, like I’m the sensible one here. Now remember to smile and try not to look like we’ve been talking about sex for the last ten minutes.” She pauses as she considers their brand. “On the other hand, maybe that’s exactly what you should do.”

I chuckle, then smile as I walk out to meet my fans.

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