Page 3 of Loyalty (The Salvation Society)

“Lorelei? It is Lorelei, right?” the woman asks.

I stick my hand out with my professional smile in place. “Yes, it is. It’s great to meet you, Miss?”

She shakes my hand looking between all of us. “I’m Jennifer. This is Robert and Jerry,” she says. “We run the record label, JRJ.”

I shake all their hands as I feel my grandfather’s eyes burning into the side of my head. “Are you looking for a new publicist?”

“We are indeed,” Jerry says. The one that was frowning at my grandfather, but is smiling toward me. “We have a band gaining huge success and are in need of someone who can be completely in charge of them. We have spoken with CJJ Public Relations. They are closer to us in New York and they have some great publicists. However, we have heard amazing things about Seidel Public Relations, so we wanted to come here first.”

My stomach drops as I decide to take my chance. This is not something I’ve ever done, but something I’ve dreamed of. I need to sell myself and this is the easy part, for me at least. “I guess the train being late worked in my favor,” I say, smiling. “As a publicist, an extremely successful and professional one at that, I’d love to be able to sit with you to hear what you need.”

“Lorelei, they are looking for a man. You can get to work on files that I’m sure are piling up on your desk,” my grandfather says. “Please, follow me to my office and I’ll introduce you to the men I have lined up for you.”

As they start to walk away, Jennifer looks back at me. When she stops walking, so do Jerry and Robert. “Actually, I’d like to hear what Lorelei has to say. We need someone young, someone in touch with the culture. We’ve considered talking with Catherine Pope from CJJ, but she’s busy with another client right now. I think a young woman is exactly what we’re looking for. I’d love to sit and talk with Lorelei,” Jennifer says.

After several hours of talking with the three of them, I know in my heart I have the job. They tell me they will be in touch tomorrow with their final decision. This is a career making opportunity and I sure as hell am not going to blow it.

Chapter Two

Kegan

“Hey gorgeous,” I say, pulling the sexy blonde onto my lap. “How about a shot?” Her face flushes and it makes my dick twitch. She knows exactly who I am and it’s a fucking turn on.

“I’d love one, Kegan,” she purrs.

My smile spreads across my face as my hands slide up her thighs. “Shots,” I yell.

“Maybe you should get the shots before you pull the next chick on your lap,” my brother, and guitarist, Lane, says, laughing.

“Fuck that,” Everett, my drummer, shouts. “Waitress, shots.”

We all laugh, except for the blonde who is focused on my hands getting dangerously close to her panties. She bites her lip as she searches my eyes. “I love Loyalty. This is surreal.”

Loyalty is our band. We’ve busted our asses to gain the success we now have. We signed on with our label, JRJ, a year ago and now we are getting ready to leave for our second tour. This band was my dream and thanks to Lane, Everett, and Remi, it’s a reality. We decided to come out tonight to celebrate before we have to meet with the label tomorrow. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate than getting drunk and fucking.

As the waitress drops off more shots, I look around at my band mates. We all grew up together in Brooklyn, New York. We started playing music together when we were in high school and even back then we had success. As successful as a bunch of high school kids who play out of their basement can be. None of us ever had a problem attracting the attention of women. I’ll admit that I’ve been with more than probably the three of them combined. Dating and fucking are two different things and I’d much rather do the latter. Especially now with the band gaining success and popularity. There’s no time for a relationship and no need. If I want my dick sucked, I just need to look for the closest chick.

Everett is like me. He’s not looking for a relationship, but he’s all about having fun. Lane is always ready for a good time, but he keeps his eyes peeled for a woman who is more than just a one-night stand. Remi is the only one who is in a relationship. He’s been dating Olivia since high school. I’ll give him credit, he’s completely committed to her. When we were on tour, he could’ve been with countless women, but he always turned them down. Even now while I have a strange blonde on my lap, Everett is sucking on some chick’s neck, and Lane is grinding against a girl. Remi has his arm around Olivia while he whispers in her ear.

It’s not just relationships or lack thereof, that define us. My brother, Lane, is probably the most thoughtful one of us. He thinks of everyone else before himself. I used to get pissed at him for it because I wanted him to succeed, but I see now that it is what helps him succeed. He’s a nurturer.

Same goes for each of us. Things tha

t others may consider downfalls or maybe even turn offs, are what make us succeed. Remi is the serious one, always ready to sit down and responsibly discuss what’s going on. Everett is the funny one. He’s happiest when he’s got everyone laughing. It’s helped us through a lot of shitty times.

And me, well I’m the determined one. Nothing stands in my way. I refuse to be told something can’t be done when it’s what I want. I’ll fight a bloody battle to get it

“Aren’t you guys going on tour soon?” the blonde asks, focusing my attention back on her.

I grin at her as I squeeze her thigh. “In just about a week.” I grab two shots, handing her one. “So drink up.”

She tosses back the shot at the same time I do. She’s definitely not sober, but neither am I. “Can I take a selfie with you?” she asks, giggling.

“Sure, but after that we do another shot, and get out on the dance floor,” I say.

She excitedly grabs her phone out of her pocket and takes far too many selfies. I eventually lift her off my lap and stand up. I grab her hand without a word, leading her to the dance floor. She blushes as I pull her against me as I start to move. Her hands roam up and down my back as she gets more comfortable with me.

She leans forward, pressing her lips against my ear so I can hear her over the loud music. “You never asked my name,” she whispers.

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