Page 83 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

We leave Christian Myers behind, too.

I kiss her forehead, then settle in for a nap.

I awakenseveral hours later to the sound of a shower head turning on in the bathroom.

Jordan is gone, but the bed is still warm. She hasn’t been up long.

I pull myself off the bed and find my boxers on the floor. I step into them, feeling sluggish but far from hungover. Memories creep through my mind from last night. Getting the party started in the executive suite. Continuing the party at The High Note.

And Christian Myers.

I just wanna rock your world.

I walk to the bathroom door and knock softly before pushing it ajar. “Jordan?” I ask into the steam.

“Bronson?” she replies. “That you?”

I step in and stop, Jordan’s naked body fully visible behind the transparent door. “Yeah,” I say. “Are you okay?”

“Uh...” She chuckles as she wets her hair. “My head hurts.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“But other than that, I think I’m good. Hey, did we...” She wipes her eyes and sticks her head out to look at me. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

I smile and step forward. “You don’t?”

“I remember the bar,” she says. “And...partof the ride back to the hotel, but...”

“You brought me upstairs.”

“Okay,” she says, nodding. “Did anyone notice?”

“No.”

She exhales with relief. “Then what?”

“Then I tricked you into a cuddle so you’d fall asleep.”

Her eyes widen. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“You wanted to fool around, but I didn’t feel comfortable taking advantage.”

“No, that’s...” She smiles. “You did the right thing. Thank you.”

I nod.

Jordan shifts back, a little naughtiness returning to her eyes. “You wanna join me?” she asks excitedly. “There are two shower heads in here!”

I chuckle, but stay back. “I think I’ll head down to my room, actually,” I say. “But I’ll see you at breakfast?”

“Sure,” she says, smiling. “I’ll see you at breakfast. It’s show night!”

I give her a wave before stepping out of the bathroom. As I get dressed, I hear Jordan singing softly to herself. A light hum at first, but it gets louder, the lyrics carrying over the sounds of the shower head.

“Hold on tight, ‘cause I’m about to lose control,

When I get my hands on you, I just wanna rock your world…”

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