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I sent her a text, asking if she could talk, but she said she was on a conference call for work. She was a CPA at a big accounting firm in LA and worked crazy hours. She told me to send her an email.

I opened my laptop back up and fired her off an email, telling her about sleeping with Cane and then how I ran into Shaun. It was probably the longest email I’d ever written. I hit send and leaned back with a sigh. It wasn’t long before she sent me a text.

Holy shit girl!Sending reply now.

I grinned,imagining Rebecca typing her answer furiously with her long-manicured nails. She was such a walking contradiction. If you met her outside of work, you might think she was a groupie who liked to sleep with musicians. Well, she did like to sleep with musicians, but she was also super smart and I was lucky to have her as my best friend.

I clicked refresh over and over until I had an email from her in my inbox. She started out congratulating me on sleeping with Cane and said she wanted to hear the details later tonight. Her email took a more serious tone when she addressed my situation with Shaun. She advised me to stay away from him as much as possible and to let a few people that I talked to the most know about him and our history.

She gave me great advice as always, but I wasn’t sure how to tell anyone else about Shaun. How do you casually bring up the fact that a crazy guy you used to date is along and you’re just a little bit scared of him?

I deleted Shaun’s text and turned back to my laptop. I wanted to do some shopping and sight-seeing in Vegas, so I had to get some work done before we got there. I was doing a few other pieces for my old magazine and I wanted to get them sent off to the editor as soon as possible.

My mind drifted to Cane. I wondered what he did after I left him last night. Did he enjoy sex with me as much as I did with him? I went to my favorite gossip page and laughed when I saw a picture of him performing on stage. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I cursed myself for not taking the time to trace those muscles on his chest and stomach with my tongue. After the way he made me come over and over again when he went down on me, I should have teased him repeatedly with my tongue.

I closed the page and forced myself to think about something else. I had my night with a rock star. Time to move on. Maybe there was a cute roadie I could hook up with for the rest of the tour. Up until now I only had eyes for Cane. I had my taste and now I could move on.

If this was a one-time thing and he was out of my system, why couldn’t I stop thinking about him?

7

CANE

“Why are you in such a fucking bad mood?” Diesel asked as we sat on the bus, flicking through the channels on the TV. We were a few hours from Vegas and I was dying to get off of this bus. I was starting to feel like a caged animal.

I was restless ever since Lindsey left last night. It unnerved me the way she got dressed and took off without saying much. I saw her all the time, so it wasn’t really an issue if I would see her again, but did she want to fuck again? I know I wanted to. My cock got hard just thinking about it.

“I’m ready to be off this bus for a couple of days,” I muttered, hoping that answer would appease him.

“I hear ya,” he nodded and turned back to the TV. “Maybe we can party in the hotel…Get a couple of chicks or something.”

“Maybe,” I replied. When Diesel and I were in Vegas, we usually partied pretty hard. Our parties were known to last for days with lots of girl, drugs, booze; in fact, they were legendary.

I didn’t want to party this time. I wanted to spend the days off we have locked in a room with Lindsey. I would make her stay naked and we would order room service, not leaving the room for anything.

“I’m going to go make some calls,” Diesel said and got up from the chair.

J.J. came and sat down in his place. “How’s it going man?” He asked.

“Ok, I bet you’re anxious to see Clarissa today,” I said with a grin. J.J. and Clarissa were the only two people on this earth that made me think finding true love was actually possible.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” he admitted and rubbing his hands on the legs of his jeans. Clarissa had to go back to LA a couple of weeks ago to take care of some family stuff. This was the first time the two of them were apart for more than a week. I was impressed with his willpower; the women threw themselves at him relentlessly, but he always turned them away with a smile and went back to the bus alone. I don’t think I could have that kind of restraint and that was why I was alone.

“How’s Lindsey?” He asked, catching me off guard and causing me to almost spill my beer I was holding.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I saw you two come back here last night. I was going to go to bed but when I saw you guys, I went back to the tent for a while.” He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in the chair, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“I was just walking her back to her bus,” I stammered, not looking at him. I never cared before if someone saw me with a woman, but for some reason, I wasn’t ready to admit I slept with Lindsey. I wasn’t sure why; she was hot as fuck and every guy here drooled over her. Maybe it was more about myself not wanting to admit how much I enjoyed being with her.

“Like hell you were,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” He examined all the rings on his hands, touching his wedding ring. “You know, it’s not bad to have someone. It’s hard in this business, but it’s nice. Despite the fans and everyone around us, it can be awfully lonely.”

He stood up and put a hand on my shoulder. “I like her. Don’t let her get away.”

“It was just one night,” I mumbled, dismissing him.

“Clarissa and I met on a one night stand. I married her four months later.” He shrugged and rubbed his closely shaved head. “Sometimes when you know, you know.”

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