Page 28 of Sky Full of Stars

I was stunned when she sent the picture. It doesn’t show anything, not really, I’ve had girls sending me far more graphic pictures in the past that I used to get off on. The picture of her in her tiny shorts, her legs spread around the chair, just the hint of her bare breast, is the sexiest picture I’ve ever seen of a woman.

I’m still not sure what is going on with us. She says over and over that it’s weird and I don’t disagree. The times I keep stepping back are when I remember who I am and how it would never work between us. It would be wrong to lead her on, to get to know her. I’ve researched where she works and looked up the author she is travelling with.

Jenna’s picture is on the company website, a professional shot, she looks all business but her smile is amazing. I love the fact she can take care of herself too. I wasn’t lying when I told her I was impressed with the way she punched her ex. I’ve seen bigger men than me give out weaker punches. There are two sides to her, her demure, nervous innocence and her raw physical feistiness.

I definitely fucked things up last night. Big time. I can’t stop thinking about her. And I’m now planning how to get to her in person. It won’t be easy keeping my identity from her once I do. People are bound to recognise me. I need to be careful how I handle it. Perhaps going to her boxing gym isn’t the best of ideas but it turns me the fuck on thinking of watching her. I open my jeans, grab my dick and start stroking it, eyes closed, envisioning her in tight workout clothes.

A knock at the door startles me from my thoughts. I zip up, annoyed at the interruption and adjust myself in my pants as I get up. Bianca comes in, looking harried as usual and somewhat suspicious about why she’s been summoned.

When I explain, she gives me that pursed cat’s ass mouth of hers. “Aidan, we have this all planned out. Why are you doing this? What is so damn important that you need to be in New York? I purposely spread out the interviews so you got some time, you know, time you wanted so you didn’t have another melt down.”

That comment pisses me off but I won’t let her see it. I need her on my side. “I appreciate what you’ve done for me B, but it would be better for me to get it all done, and take some time away that won’t be interrupted having to go to and from New York and LA. I’m not blowing any of it off, the guys are happy to fit everything in with the interviews the day after the show so I can take off. I need a break. I’ve been working my ass off for months. The rest of them do too. Come on, I know you can fix this so we can get it all done in one day.”

“What do I get in return?”

My brows shoot up.

“Not that you filthy pig,” she snaps sitting down at the dining table in the suite. “I need you guys to do some publicity, to get things ramped up for Europe.”

“We can do that. I’m not saying we won’t. I just want a few days away, five max, is that so hard to organise?”

“Three.”

“Four.”

She grumbles. “I need to make calls before I’ll agree to this and I want you back here and ready to pose your ass off in photo shoots and lots of schmoozing.”

“We can do that B, I swear.”

“I’ll make some calls.”

“You’re an angel, lets settle on five.”

“Shit Aidan…Nothing is agreed yet. You just make sure Jordan is in a fit state for this thing tonight. He cannot be drunk. It’s important.”

“Better go get him out of the hotel bar then,” I mutter.

“Son of a bitch,” she grabs her things and leaves my room.

She might be trying to play hard to get but I know she’ll pull it off. It means a gruelling day of interviews after the final show, we’ll all be exhausted but I will get five whole days to myself. Well, five whole days with Jenna, hopefully, if I can pull off the impossible. Or tell her the truth and hope she doesn’t run for the hills.

“Not gonna lie boys, you all look incredible, real 007’s.”

I roll my eyes. We all feel uncomfortable. Tuxedos are really restricting and Bianca has to go along the line doing up all of our bow ties like we’re kids.

“Our publicist will be there, as well as the mainstream press and TV people, she’ll be making sure anything that shouldn’t get out doesn’t,” she looks pointedly at Jordan.

“What?” he holds out his hands thinking he’s getting away with trying to sound innocent.

“Please don’t give Hannah a heart attack with any insanity tonight Jordan.”

He pulls a face and grabs his jack and coke. He told her it was plain coke but we all know better and I’m fairly sure Bianca does too. She tells us the limo is waiting at the service entrance so we head down. Luckily, security has done a better job this time and we get to the limo with no hassle.

Without a drink in his hand, Jordan plays air drums, he always needs to be doing something with his hands. As much as Bianca worries about him, the rest of us know him too well to worry he’s gonna do something majorly stupid. Occasionally one of us will have a word if he’s pushing it too far and he always backs down. He loves the band as much as the rest of us and would never jeopardise it. I look out the window as we head towards the downtown LA hotel where the charity event is. They initially asked us to perform but given the tour we declined and agreed to be in attendance and present an award and check donation from the band instead. I’m not sure what the benefit is for. It is just one more thing Bianca has booked us for.

She is sitting in one of the side seats of the limo in a red dress and heels, I have no idea how old Bianca is, she has the voluptuous figure of a 1950’s movie star and is attractive in an old school way, Jordan has hit on her enough times for her to sit us all down and reiterate our relationship is strictly business. We had all thrown pens at his head in that meeting.

“Okay,” she says, never taking her mind off business. “I’ve confirmed your interviews to be held in the hotel the day after the show. Everyone has agreed to move things up and they’ll all now come to us. There will be three TV interviews and two photo shoots. Blame Aidan if you get tired, but you will all bring your A-game. I mean it.”

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