Page 56 of Falling for the Rockstar

“Well, not until now. You have a way of making people see things from a whole new perspective.”

“Simon, I have no idea what I’m going to do with you.” She chuckles and returns to her reading.

“Well, last night, you seemed to have a pretty good idea,” I remind her of the thing that’s been haunting me all day.

She takes a deep breath and looks at me sincerely with a faint smile painted on her lips.

“I think we were tired and caught in the moment. It was nice, relaxing and we were being open with each other. However, most bad decisions are made in the late hours of the day and when you are tired.”

“Do you think it would’ve been a bad decision?”

She takes her bottom lip between her lips and slowly releases it.

The way she’s drawing attention to her mouth leads me to think she still wants that kiss.

“Hey Myka, I was wondering if you have the airplay numbers on our single?” Sebastian interrupts.

I shoot him a glare of irritation for the virtual cock block, although he doesn’t know it.

“You know Sebastian, I was just about to pull those up before Simon asked me a question. Let’s look at those numbers and I’ll get to your question in a moment, Simon.”

She pulls out her tablet from her bag and types in the password for her email. She scrolls through and finds an email from our record label.

I don’t want to be nosey and look over her shoulder to see what they’ve said, but from her eyes widening and the slight grin on her face, it must be good.

“Well, come on, spit it out,” Mikey says.

“Yeah. You look like Simon when he has a good story to tell about a girl or very late-night partying.”

“I don’t want to know any more about that, but I do have great news. ‘Play’ has been certified as a gold single thanks to the airplay and streaming downloads. I think that’s pretty awesome.”

“Whoa. That’s like the fastest we’ve ever climbed the chart,” Stix shouts enthusiastically.

The curious expressions of the other passengers are a clear sign that we may be a bit too loud.

“Is everything okay here?” the flight attendant asks, coming to see what the ruckus is about.

“We just found out our single is certified gold. Let us get four bottles of champagne, please, so we can celebrate,” I ask.

“Uh, I don’t think so, Simon. This isn’t the place for a celebration.”

“Come on, Myka. Live a little,” Andy adds. “We’ll buy the whole plane a glass of champagne for the inconvenience.”

“Okay. I can write it off on your expense report.”

“Yes. And if you want, Miss stewardess lady, you can come back and have a drink with me in the lavatory.” I suggest.

She smiles and blushes. Meanwhile, the look from Myka isn’t so pleasant. She purses her lips and adds an eye roll for flair as she returns to her reading. The flight attendant scurries off to the galley to get the requested refreshments. Corks popping and sexy giggles can be heard. Yet, with the sinful thoughts that are going through my mind, I can’t focus on the fun I could have with the voluptuous brunette in the blue fitted dress, and red lips, when I have a very upset, brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty beside me. I place my hand over the page of the magazine, preventing her from flipping the page.

“Simon, move your hand, please,” she hisses.

“What’s wrong? You were pleased a few minutes ago and now you’re like sour milk.”

The cabin attendants come out, pushing trolleys filled with glasses of the bubbly, and bring us the three bottles we asked for.

She bends over, making sure to put her tits in my face, and hands me a bottle while the other beauty flirts openly with Andy, Mikey, and Sebastian.

“Here’s your bottle, sir. I wasn’t sure if you’d need one or two glasses.” She holds up the stemware for emphasis.

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