Page 25 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
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Mika
Lake Michigan in the summer with the sun bouncing off the water is a divine sight. I have to keep myself from staring at it in order not to crash my bike.
“On your left!” Lucas cries as he rolls up past me down the lakefront trail.
“Hey!” I laugh and start to pedal faster.
He throws a smile over his shoulder to me. Fuck, that smile. It makes me weak in the knees, makes my head spin.
We’re racing over to Diversey Harbor terrace, a point on the lakefront path that juts out a little further into the lake. Our blue divvy bikes whiz underneath. It’s been a tight race, especially for two amateur cyclists such as us. Since it’s a beautiful day, the path is rather busy. We have to avoid walkers, runners, teens jumping into the frigid lake water. Luckily, we’re going so fast people don’t have time to recognize Lucas. After the show last night, I’m sure Soul Sounds is the talk of the town. Given the response last night, I can’t wait to perform for Chicago again tonight.
Especially since I’m an established part of the set.
It took everything in me not to squeal and happy dance when Ken told me. He came onto my bus before we left for Chicago yesterday morning. I thought for sure, somehow, he knew Lucas and I had slept together and was about to fire me, but no! ‘Vicky’ would be a permanent part of the setlist. Shortly after I found out, I pulled out my phone to find a text from Lucas.
See you onstage tonight ;)
And my heart soared. At least we could have that. We couldn’t have each other again, but we could sing on stage together every night.
Except… desire got the best of me. It always does. I think I can outrun it and yet. How am I supposed to resist a guy who rips off his shirt and sings like an angel? Exactly, I’m not. So last night after the concert, I had to have him.
After our little entanglement backstage, we met everyone else back at the hotel: there isn’t a good place in downtown Chicago to park a tour bus and sleeping on one can be a nightmare, so tour management sprung for a luxurious block of rooms right on the Chicago River. After the debauchery of Nashville, everyone played it lowkey and we all had drinks on the rooftop. Lucas and I retreated to our rooms, but shortly after, he invited me up to his suite where we indulged in each other a little more. Okay, a lot more.
Fucking Lucas is fun. It’s everything I had imagined and a little more.
I push my bike a little faster so I’m riding right next to him now. “You’re letting me catch up,” I scold.
Lucas shakes his head, although it’s clear he’s pumping his legs slower than I know he can. “No, you’re just a very talented cyclist, Mika.”
I brake hard and let him zip ahead of me, winning the race. “I don’t like to win under false pretenses,” I call out to him as I walk my bike to the edge of Diversey terrace.
“Sorry, I’m used to letting Amy win,” Lucas chuckles.
Up until recently, Lucas would always say “my sister, Amy”. Now he just says Amy. I can’t help but feel that’s because we’ve gotten closer.
“I play hard, Lucas. Or maybe I should say you play hard.”
Lucas blushes and bites his lip. “Good one.”
I smile to myself. He’s so cute when he blushes.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” he says softly, leaning over his bike toward me.
My heart sinks. It’s one thing in the dead of night in Nashville. It’d be a nightmare if we were caught midday in Chicago smushing our faces together. “Mmm… something to look forward to later, maybe.”
He tilts his head to the side and smiles. “You could sneak up to my room before the concert. Think about how good our duet would be if we…” his breath tightens, “…you know…”
“Definitely something to consider,” I grin, but my smile fades when I see a group of teens in the corner of my eye looking at us. Laser beam focus. They’re not old enough yet to know how to look covertly. “Adolescent mob at two o’clock.”
Lucas looks over his shoulder.
“Your other two o’clock.”
He looks over his other shoulder briefly. The group all titters, laughing with one another. They’ve been spotted and it’s thrilling to be looked at.
“Oh, they’re just kids,” he says with a lopsided smile. “You said mob like they had torches or something.”
