Page 20 of Falling for the Rockstar

“What?”

“Um, not to say anything negative but, you are head over heels for this assignment. I mean, you go all out for your other clients too, however this is extra.”

“I can see that. But they issued a challenge to me, and I have to meet it. I’d hate to fail in front of these guys.”

“Hmm. I figured it was something else.”

“Something like, what?”

“Hear me out. You come in here humming, glowing, and beaming like you got you some good lovin’ but you didn’t. This is not within your character at all. I think you kinda like Simon.”

“Tuh, are you kidding me? I am in a relationship, you know. I got up with all these ideas and wanted to get this project rolling ASAP. That’s all.”

“Sure, if you say so,”

I look at her and go to speak when Sebastian enters my office.

“Sorry, to Barge in here, Ms. Johnson, but there was no one at the desk outside.”

“That’s because she's in here annoying me and not doing her job.”

Amber rolls her eyes and reaches out her hand to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Amber. Myka’s very competent, and very single assistant and friend.” Her eyes gloss over, staring him down like a cool drink of water.

“Sebastian Ashton, Miss. Nice to meet you.”

Their gaze lasts a little long, as does the hand holding.

I can’t really blame her. Sebastian is very easy on the eyes, if you like that tall, thin, long blond hair, neatly pulled back into a ponytail, kind of guy. Not to mention jeans that show off his cute little butt and a T-shirt that is fresh and clean. Not your typical rock star attire, but he’s definitely wearing it.

“Ahem,” I state, bringing the ‘now’ moment back to their attention. They both turn to me with streaks of red touching their cheeks.

“What brings you by, Sebastian?” I query, puzzled by his sudden visit.

“I think I’ll go get started on my work for today.” Amber excuses herself but not before she takes another long stare at our guest.

He returns the gaze, and a smile is returned between them.

“‘Bastian?”

“Oh, right. It’s about my brother.”

I lean back into my chair, pull out a pad and pen, and prepare myself for the things he’s about to share with me. “What has he done now?”.

He paces back and forth as he explains. “I’m not sure. He hasn’t answered any of my texts, I went by his place and his car is there but he’s not. I usually don’t hear from him the day after the studio sessions because he’s resting his vocal cords, so that’s not unusual. But by now, he would’ve at least text or something.”

“Okay. I can sense the urgency, how was he when you dropped him at home after the studio?”

“See, that’s the thing. He said he was calling the car service to take him to a few places, but he didn’t say where.”

I stand and begin walking back and forth. “And you’re sure this is out of character for him?”

“I mean, not really.”

“Mm hmm. I think maybe you’re overreacting.” I take interest in what he’s saying and stop pacing. “Why does this feel any different than his previous disappearances?” I ask, propping myself up on the edge of my desk, my arms folded across my chest.

“He hasn’t spent more than a few hundred bucks.”

“Okay, and?”

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