The Loneliest Tour (13 page)

“
Think
she
’
ll do it again?
”

“
Of
course! It
’
s something I
’
ll have to deal with until she
dies.
”

Masie laughed again.
“
That probably won
’
t happen for a long time.
”

“
Yeah,
she
’
ll be the one who lives
…”

Ann Marie
’
s voice faded as Masie heard a knock on her door.
She lowered her phone and turned, looking at the door. She put the phone to her
ear again, hearing Ann Marie laughing.

“
Uh,
Ann Marie, I have to go,
”
Masie said.

“
Everything
okay?
”

“
Yeah.
It
’
s business. For the
tour.
”

“
Oh,
great. Well, good luck. Have fun. Please, Masie, have fun. Try to enjoy
yourself.
”

The call ended and Masie rushed to
the door.

She opened it and let out a gasp as
Jett stood there, holding a single pink rose.

He was in jeans and black t-shirt,
but the look, the entire appeal of him, he didn
’
t
need a suit and tie to look damn good. He grinned and offered the rose to her.

“
This
is for you, sweetheart,
”
Jett said.

“
You
’
re late,
”
Masie said.

“
Yeah,
I am. I blame the driver.
”

“
Bad
directions?
”

“
I
managed.
”

“
How
the hell did you find my address?
”

“
I
have my ways.
”

“
Tell
me.
”

Jett looked around the apartment.
“
Your boyfriend here?
”

“
I
have no boyfriend. You know that.
”

“
Good.
”
Jett wiped his forehead.
“
I
’
d
hate to have to fight someone.
”

“
So
if I had a boyfriend you
’
d
still intend on buying me dinner?
”

“
Of
course,
”
Jett said.
“
You were the one that said we
were sleeping together.
”

“
And
a rockstar accepts that answer?
”

“
Well,
you did speed away from me before,
”
Jett said. He leaned against the doorway, hooking a thumb through one of his
belt loops. Everything about him screamed sexy.
“
But
I couldn
’
t let it end that
way. So I figured I
’
d drop
by and give you a rose. I mean, there is a car waiting right outside for us. I
shut down a pizza place just for us, too. I was thinking maybe a walk on the
pier. Go out near the water. Feel the ocean breeze. I mean, nothing romantic.
Nothing that would implicate sex at all. That
’
s
not who I am.
”

“
You
’
re full of shit,
”
Masie said.

Before she knew what she was doing,
she pushed at Jett
’
s chest.
Her hand pushed, then lingered, feeling muscle.

She quickly took her hand away.

Scrambling to save herself (because
she knew she was a second away from kissing Jett) she looked at the rose.

“
I
should put this in water.
”

“
A
single rose?
”
Jett asked.
“
Really?
”

“
I
don
’
t know. Maybe?
”

“
Do
you have your keys?
”
Jett
asked.

“
Yeah,
I do.
”

Jett grabbed Masie
’
s wrist and pulled.
“
Then let
’
s go.
”

“
Wait!
”
Masie cried out. She lunged
back into the apartment and grabbed her bag. She then shut the door and was
inches from Jett.
“
There.
Are you sure about this?
”

“
If
I wasn
’
t sure I wouldn't be
here,
”
Jett said with
blazing confidence.

Outside, there was a car waiting.

Jett opened the back door for Masie
to go in first. Then Jett climbed in and shut the door.

The car started to move.

Jett looked at Masie.
“
You like pizza, right?
”

“
Of
course.
”

“
We
can do some fancy restaurant if you want. But I hate that stuff personally. It
’
s nice to be normal. Under the
radar a little.
”

“
I
don
’
t think anything about you
is normal, Jett.
”

“
Because
of what you know?
”

“
No,
”
Masie said.
“
Because of what I
’
ve seen. You
’
re a rockstar.
”

“
And
you
’
re a dancer,
”
Jett said. He took her by the
hand.
“
You
’
re a rockstar to me. To get on
stage and live your dream. Even if it
’
s
not perfect. It
’
s
something. That takes some serious guts.
”

Masie nodded.
“
That means a lot for you to say
that.
”

“
And
I mean it.
”

Masie hesitated and it actually
worked to her benefit. Because Jett leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.
The kiss was perfect, sexy, just like Jett. He pulled back only an inch. His
forehead touched Masie
’
s.

“
I
have been wanting to do that since I
’
ve
seen you on stage today.
”

“
I
’
ve been wanting you to do that.
”

“
Good.
”

Jett kissed her again. This time,
the kiss was even hotter. Jett
’
s
mouth slowly opened, his tongue gently coming forward. Masie returned with her own
kiss. Their tongues touched and Masie instantly started to melt. She leaned
back to the leather seat of the car, her hands touching the edges of the seat.
Her body shivered with a deep heat. She tried her best not to end up foolish,
but her mind screamed,
I
’
m
making out with a rockstar!

When Jett touched Masie
’
s cheek, she hurried and put her
hand to his. She gripped his hand. Losing herself in the moment of fun - and
something much deeper inside her - Masie pulled at Jett
’
s hand. She felt his hand move over her shoulder
and then down.

As Jett cupped her breast over her
shirt, Masie put her head back and let out a sigh. She shut her eyes, feeling
Jett
’
s lips and tongue
kissing her neck. Each kiss was wet, slow and sensual. Her body reacted
fiercely, leaving her inner thighs trembling with a crazy need for Jett to keep
going.

Keep going. Please, keep going.

But then Masie
’
s mind overtook her heart and
body. She pressed at Jett
’
s
shoulders, pushing him away from her neck. His hand slid away from her breast,
down to the seat. She looked at him, a cocky grin on his face. He was an expert
at this game. This wasn
’
t
some cat and mouse thing, not at all. This was predator and prey.

Masie liked it, but she warned
herself to be careful.

Because of what happened last time.

She had been right on the cusp of
an opportunity and squandered the entire damn thing.

“
Jett,
”
she whispered.

“
What?
”

“
I
…”

Jett pressed forward and Masie didn
’
t try all that hard to fight him
off. His lips touched hers again and he pulled away for good this time.

The smile didn
’
t leave his face.

He rubbed his jaw and cleared his
throat.
“
So, tell me what
it
’
s like to be with Crutch
Fail.
”

“
You
saw it,
”
Masie said.

“
How
did you land it?
”

“
Wait,
before any of that, I want to know how you found me.
”

Jett stared at her and smiled.

Masie gushed even more. She knew
one thing
…
this guy, this
rockstar, he was nothing but trouble.

**

“
The
truth?
”
Jett asked.

“
The
truth,
”
Masie said.

Jett could stop tasting her. Her
sweet little lips. The silky touch of her neck. How her breast had filled his
hand. Hell, she had moved his hand, right?

Even still, it didn
’
t matter. Jett was in charge of
the night. He wasn
’
t going
to let Masie slip between the cracks again.

“
Your
friends ratted you out,
”
Jett said.

“
My
friends? Who?
”

“
The
other dancers.
”

“
Oh,
”
Masie said. She rolled her
eyes.
“
They
’
re not my friends.
”

“
Yeah,
well, they gave up your address pretty quick.
”

“
What
did you do? Sleep with them?
”

“
Not
all three. Just one.
”

Masie
’
s
eyes went wide.

Jett laughed.
“
I
’
m
only playing, sweetheart.
”

“
You
probably did though.
”

“
No.
Not my type. They
’
re almost
too easy.
”

“
Oh,
and I
’
m suddenly a
challenge?
”

“
Well,
to be fair, you wouldn
’
t
give me your address.
”

“
Fine.
But I
’
m not a conquest. I
hate that stuff.
”

“
Look,
you crashed my recording session and I haven
’
t
been able to stop thinking about you. That
’
s
stuck with me. So here we are, going to grab a bite and take a walk. It
’
s all innocent.
”

“
Until
it
’
s not,
”
Masie said.

“
And
who gets to be the judge of that?
”

Masie smiled.

Jett knew he was going to be the
judge of it.

The car came to a stop and Jett
opened the door. They were at a corner pizza joint near a dark pier.

“
See,
”
Jett said,
“
the commercial crap is down
there a few miles. But here are the hidden gems. We used to crash here and eat
here. The owner lets you write on the walls. He takes pictures and then
repaints it at the beginning of the year. Really cool.
”

“
And
you paid to shut it down for the night?
”
Masie asked.

“
Just
for you,
”
Jett said.
“
I
’
m
not going to lie though. It
’
s
sometimes annoying. But it
’
s
better than getting bothered by people.
”

They went into the pizza place. The
smell of warm cheese and bread made Jett
’
s
mouth water. Then again, that could have been because he was staring at Masie
’
s backside again. At this point,
he didn
’
t care if she
caught him. Her body, her curves, they were too perfectly put together not to
admire.

“
I
thought you liked your fans,
”
Masie said as they took a seat.

The owner of the pizza place, a guy
named Frankie, came over. He rubbed Jett
’
s
shoulders and patted him on the back.

“
You
paid too much for this,
”
Frankie said.
“
I
’
m still taking delivery calls.
”

“
No
big deal,
”
Jett said.
“
I just need privacy.
”

Frankie looked at Masie.
“
Yeah, I get that. I
’
ll bring you something to eat
and drink. Talk away. I
’
m
not even here.
”