Page 93 of On The Edge
Looking down at my watch, we are right on time. “Could you get him?”
“You don’t remember me?” She pouts, standing up to rest her elbows on the top of the partition, pressing her tits together in a way she must think is alluring. I do my best to keep from rolling my eyes.
Instead of answering, I just turn away and sit down in one of the chairs. The receptionist doesn’t move, but turns her sights on to Adam.
“If he doesn’t want to play again, what about you? I’m sure those piercings are… something else,” she purrs like a bitch in heat and bites her lip.
“Fuck off, I’m taken,” Adam sneers, jumping out of the way like her gaze alone will give him an STD.
The receptionist throws her head back and laughs.
“Yeah right.On The Edgeis notorious for being single and ready to mingle.” She throws a flirty smirk to Markus and Kai behind Adam’s back.
“I don’t know where you got that information, it’s not like we sleep around,” Markus snaps angrily.
“Hmm,” she hums, looking around and puts on a faux sad face. “That’s not what I’ve heard.” She darts her eyes to me, “Or experienced.”
“Well it is now. So get the fuck over yourself, and go get Louis before we report your ass,” Kai snaps, throwing his hand in the air. “For fuck’s sake!”
Her eyes widen, obviously not expecting him–our own little boy-next-door–to yell at her like that. I’m going to buy him a fucking drink because she doesn’t say anything and leaves the room quickly.
“Good job, Kai,” I raise my fist for a fist pump, but he smacks my hand away.
“You fucking slept with her?” He growls through gritted teeth. “You dumb-ass.”
“If it makes you feel better, I don’t remember doing it.”
“That’s not any better.” He shakes his head.
“Guys!” Louis walks out holding his hands out in a welcoming gesture. “I’m so glad you could come. Come into my office, and let’s talk about the UK.”
Standing up, I follow the rest of them into his office, making sure to jump out of the way when the receptionist passes. If I know girls like that, they’ll stop at nothing to get a payday.
Kai plops into a chair, as does Adam, both of them staring ahead. The mood is different, understandably. We’re frustrated and on defense.
“So,” Louis says excitedly, unbuttoning his suit jacket to sit behind his desk. “I’m so stoked you guys decided to go for the UK tour. It’ll be only about two weeks, hitting a lot of the major cities throughout; London, Manchester, Birmingham, Cardiff, Leeds, Glasgow, Manchester, then coming back to London for one last concert before heading home. What do you think?”
He leans over, handing each of us a packet with information.
“You guys will be covering our usual entourage of people; setting them up in hotels and transport there and back. Also, the venues, and all their stuff. I’ll have security and social media covered–” he continues speaking, but I cut him off.
“Melody will be handling that.”
Louis' eyes widen as if he forgot, and warning bells go off in my mind.
“That’s right, my mistake.” He nods, turning to his computer, and typing rapidly. “We’ll be doing less than two days in each city, so just over 16 days all together. It’s going to be fast and rough, boys, I’m not going to lie. But we’ve been through worse together.”
“How much will it cost in total?” I ask, flipping through the packet.
“It’ll cost you guys just a little under 2 million once all fees are paid.”
“And how much will we make?” Kai asks.
“Easily 5.6 mil after everything’s paid off. Maybe more.” Louis sits back with a smile.
Kai whistles low and long. “Shit.”
“It’s a good payday for 16 days of hard work.” Louis puts his hands out to the side to try and convince us, like we haven’t already told him we would.
