Page 9 of Falling for the Rockstar

MYKA

“If you look at the chart history…no, that doesn’t sound right. Since the band started, you have had a steady…no, that sounds like a pitch for a laxative.”

“Babe, come on. You got this. I’ve never seen you worked up over handling a client before,” Cornelius says encouragingly.

For the past hour and a half, I’ve been using him as my sounding board while I go over what I want to say in the meeting this morning. He’s right, I’ve never been rattled before a get-together with the president of a label, the A&R rep, as well as the band’s management team and the band. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let it release slowly.

“There, now do that again and watch how relaxed you will be,” he adds.

I repeat my previous actions and while doing so, he maneuvers his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. He places kisses on my neck, interrupting my brief meditation session.

“Baby, come on. I’m trying to calm my nerves.”

“Oh, I go what will calm you right here.” He presses against my backside, revealing his semi-erect dick coming to life.

“Cornelius, as tempting as it is, you know I ca—”

He shoves his tongue down my throat.

I inhale sharply, taking in his intoxicating scent. Positioning my arms around his neck, I pull him in for a deeper kiss and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He backs me into a wall to balance us and moves his sweet caramel kisses down to my neck and the mounds of my exposed breasts, thanks to my push-up bra and low-cut top. I figure if I get and keep Simon’s attention, I may have a chance to sell him on my ideas.

Cornelius is just about to unbutton my top when my phone rings.

“Babe, stop. I have to get that.”

“Ten minutes, that’s all I need,” he murmurs through his kisses.

“No, Cornelius, that’s my work phone. I have to get that.”

He lifts his head, gaze locking with mine, and after a deep breath, he gently lets me down and steps away in order for me to grab my device.

“This is Myka.”

“Myka, we have a bit of a situation.” Lenny remarks.

“What? Did he go get himself in trouble…again?”

“Uh, no, actually. He’s already here and is demanding you be here in fifteen minutes or he’s leaving.”

“Fuck. That little—. Okay, I’m on my way.” I disconnect the phone and brush over my slightly disheveled clothes.

“Oh, I see. When your man wants a little time alone, I get pressed about you having to work, but when they call, you run like a little—”

“Cornelius, I beg you not to finish that sentence,” I command. “Now, I have to do this or else who’s going to pay for all those lavish things you want for your video and photo shoots. Not to mention the wardrobe for hosting a menial rap battle in hopes some big label can come just for you to schmooze with them.”

“I know, baby. It’s just hard getting you all to myself lately. Your clients have picked up and I have to fight my way to get to you. I didn’t mean anything by my comment.”

Little does he know, I meant all of what I said. “I know. If the meeting goes well, maybe I can come home, and we can finish.”

“Can’t. I have rehearsal today. Maybe I can sneak in tonight while you’re asleep and wake you with my tongue.” He comments slyly.

“I’ll be naked, like you like it.” I blow him a kiss, exit the bedroom, and grab my things out of the living room.

“I guess I’ll have to take care of this hard-on by myself,” he shouts.

“Just don’t get your jizz on my sheets. Use a towel. Bye. Love you,” I shout back and leave, heading to the label for a very important meeting.

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