Page 357 of Rock Me All Night
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We grabMexican food on the way back to the hotel. There's a sleek black bus parked behind the building. It's unmarked.
"It's not bad once you get used to it." Tom nods hello to a tall, burly man in a black polo shirt and black slacks. "Our head of security, Xander."
He introduces me, and Xander opens the doors for us.
"After you." Tom helps me onto the steps.
"Thanks." I climb into the mysterious vehicle. It's not quite as dark on the inside. It's nice, actually. Clean, well lit, huge.
There are two people sitting on a couch in the front. A leggy woman with dramatic features sits in the lap of a tall blue-eyed man. She's about my age. He's a few years older.
"Hey," he says. "You must be Willow. I'm Miles Webb." He points to himself. "Vocals, lyrics, sex appeal."
"I'm Meg Smart," she chimes in. "Do I get a snappy introduction?"
He squeezes her. "Meg Smart. Wit. Beauty. Medical services." Miles laughs. "Okay, I can admit that needs some work. How about—Wit. Beauty.Jurassic Parkreferences?"
She attempts one. "Meg Smart. Future Doctor. If she can ever escape her boyfriend's immense sex appeal and actually crack open a book."
He grabs her and pulls her into an especially deep kiss. When they're done necking (it takes several minutes), we go through a round of handshakes, and they turn their attention back to the TV. They're playing aStar Warsvideo game. She's winning.
Tom gives me the grand tour of the bus. From front to back, it goes: TV area, kitchenette/table, bunk beds, and private bedroom. When the band isn't spending the night in separate hotel rooms, they take turns in the bedroom. Mostly it's for sex.
"Yes! I knew I'd get you." The woman squeals. "Miles... I still won, even if you're..."
"Mhmm." He presses his lips against her neck. His hands slide around her waist.
A moment later, they're making out like no one is watching. She pulls herself away with great effort.
"You're Drew's sister, right?" She waves to me.
"Yeah."
She looks up at Tom. "You angling for another black eye? You mess with my new friend, Willow, and I'll be the one to give it to you."
"Why you complain so much? Shit worked for you. Shit worked out for Kara," Tom says.
Meg nods reluctantly.
"You should accept that I'm a fucking genius," Tom says.
"Next time you meddle, can you skip the part where my heart is broken and I barely manage to find the energy to study for finals?" Meg asks.
"Where's the fun in that?" Tom teases.
Miles chuckles. He's the Sinful Serenade singer. His voice is just as sexy in person. I replay one of their more popular tracks in my head. It's breathy, tortured. He's taller than Tom. A little less built but certainly no slouch.
Gorgeous blue eyes.
Chiseled features.
He's anyone's definition of handsome.
I will my body to react, to want him and not Tom. Yes, he has a girlfriend, but it's only a test.
I stare at his strong, tattooed chest. He's sexy but my body is apathetic.
