Page 61 of Hayden's Stalker

“Cool, right?”

“Very,” she agrees.

I press the button again, and the television slides back into its hiding spot. I lead the way past the bed, excited to see my bathroom. I open the door and grin at the sight in front of me. There’s a private toilet on the right, a sink opposite the door at the back of the bus, and a bath underneath a shower to the left.

“This is insane,” Tati says, sounding awestruck, and I cringe.

“I feel like a douchebag. Basically, a third of the bus is just for me.” I turn and wrinkle my nose at her.

“Hey, you’re the rock star. You’ve earned it. I can’t believe you have abath.” She shakes her head, then laughs. “Will you even fit in that?”

I grin at her. “Let me check.”

I climb into the bathtub and sit down, thoroughly amused. It’s not the biggest one I’ve been in, but I fit fine with my knees bent a little. Harrison might struggle if it was him because he’s a few inches taller than me.

“Yup, this will do nicely. It’s a spa bath, too.” I slide down and lean against the back of the tub, closing my eyes as I do. “Oh, I can just imagine being in here after a concert. My muscles get so stiff sometimes, being able to have a bath on the bus will be epic.”

I envision myself with hot water, with some kind of muscle-relaxing bath salts in it as the bus travels between cities after a show. Unbidden, an image of Tati naked and climbing into the bathtub with me comes to my mind. I don’t stop the fantasy, but I do work to control my body’s reaction to it as I imagine her sliding on my cock in the water.

God, that would besofucking amazing.

My breathing has gotten faster, and I know I won’t be able to control my cock for much longer, so I open my eyes and find myself looking at Tati. Her eyes are wide, and her face is flushed as she looks down at me.

“Lucky you,” she says, and I feel guilty again that a third of the bus is just for me.

“Oh my god, if you want a bath, you can have one, of course. All you have to do is ask.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I’m horrified because I have the stunning realization that she’s my employee. Even if Blake treats me like shit, I still have a boyfriend. There’s no way I should’ve made that offer, and heat rushes to my cheeks.

“Sorry, that’s inappropriate. Or is it? I just meant that if you did want a bath, I’d be more than happy to let you have one. I wouldn’t even be in my room. You’d have complete privacy to do whatever—I’m going to stop talking now.”

Tati’s cheeks are bright red, and I suffer an onslaught of images of her masturbating in my bathtub. I stare up at her, and she looks so incredibly sexy right now. Aside from her embarrassment, she’s clearly aroused because her breathing is as heavy as mine.

I’m obviously unable to keep my shit together with her, and I have to wonder how the fuck I’m meant to even pretend that I don’t want her. There’s nothing that I want more than to have her here in the bath with me right now. Or out in my bedroom in the bed there. Anywhere, really.

Her eyes widen, and she gasps sharply. I’m not sure what caused this reaction, but she backs out of the room, staring at me in horror. I blink in surprise at her sudden change in demeanor. It’s a good reminder of where I stand with her, and that is not as a sexual partner.

I take a few deep breaths and shake my head. Ineedto stop this fucking shit. Tatiana Swanson is my security specialist and my employee. I have to stop fantasizing about fucking her. I also need to sort things out with Blake.

That thought kills my arousal, and I climb out of the tub and walk to the bedroom. Tati is standing by the bed, but I don’t even think about fucking her because I’m so down about everything.

“Well, we’ve seen the bus. I guess we can go now,” I say, hating my life.

“Yup.” She says in her coolly professional tone.

I follow her back through the bus, but she stops suddenly as we walk through the corridor past her room. I’m horrified when I bump into her because I didn’t expect her to stop like that.

“Shit, sorry,” I say, embarrassed that I walked into her.

She spins on her heel without saying a word, and I blink down at her as I suddenly find her standing within an inch of me. She pushes past me, and I turn to watch her stride swiftly back up the bus to the door of my room. She stops there and spins to face me again with a deep frown on her face.

“Where are the bunks, Hayden?”

“Oh, they got removed as part of the shuffle around so I could fit your room in.” I shrug because that was the only way I could give her a room.

“Where is Jesse going to sleep, Hayden?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

My stomach drops as the realization hits me, and I cringe. “Shit. I didn’t think of Jesse.”

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