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right for the job.
    So now we’re on the bus. God, I feel like a second grader being on a bus. I haven’t done this in a long time and it is going to take some getting used to. We were on the road five minutes before I traded my heels for flip-flops because moving buses and stick heels do not mix well.
    We received a police escort out of downtown and down Highway 5 until we were pretty close to Disneyland, which was kind of cool. Through the two-way radio chatter between the two buses and one of the roadies’ campers, we learned that there was a line of cars about a mile in length following behind us. It was at this moment that it hit me how big 69 Bottles really is, and the fact that I am shacked up on this tiny forty foot bus for the next twelve weeks with them is mind boggling.
     
    Around noon I received a text from Sam telling me that she and Jess were at the airport and would be taking off in about an hour. She gushed over how cool the plane was and how high class she felt.
    An hour after that, just as we were getting close to our destination in San Diego, I got this.
    Sam: OMG UR NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHO JUST BOARDED THIS PLANE!
    Me to Sam: I’m going to take a guess that it’s Cami.
    Sam: AND TRISTAN FREAKIN MICHAELS! THEY’RE COMING TO SAN DIEGO FOR THE CONCERT!!!
     
    Holy Shit! “Kyle!” I shout from my bunk and I hear heavy feet coming down the bus quickly.
    “Jesus, woman, what the F?”
    “Sorry, momentary panic.” I show him the text from Sam.
    “You’re shitting me?”
    I laugh. “I wish I were. What do we have left of the VIP passes?”
    “Just use yours,” he says.
    “I can’t.”
    He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Look, and if you repeat this to anyone I’ll make a new hat out of your balls, but my girlfriends and I were supposed to drive down to San Diego today for this fucking concert.”
    He busts out laughing. “Of all the things I could’ve pegged you for, a fan certainly wasn’t one of them.”
    “Huge fan,” I say deadpan and he all but falls to the floor laughing.
    “What’s going on in here?”
    Shit, it’s Talon. “Nothing.” I sober quickly but Kyle has no intention.
    “Addison’s a fan.” Oh my god, traitor. I go beet red.
    “You weren’t supposed to fucking say anything,” I bark at him.
    Talon just stares and laughs, “I would’ve never guessed, at least not with the way you were busting everyone’s balls earlier. Most fans don’t do that.”
    I laugh. “No, they don’t, but while I am a huge fan of your music, I didn’t find out until Tuesday that you’re a Bold client, let alone the fact that I’ve never looked at any pictures or really read anything about you guys before coming on board today.” He’s shocked at my revelation. “I never really have time for personal investigations of rock stars and once I found out about coming on board, I didn’t have enough time to get through the packet of information. Besides, I don’t like tainted opinions of clients, I’d rather form my own.”
    Talon smiles and his cheeks turn slightly pink. “So, you’re a fan?”
    I look him square in the eye. “Huge.”
    “You want an autograph?”
    “Oh my god.” I bust out laughing. “Is that how you pick up the chicks?”
    “Hey it works, Red, trust me.”
    I laugh a little more. “I don’t doubt it. But no, I don’t want an autograph, I’m sure by the time this tour’s over I will run away screaming.”
    “God, I hope not,” he says with that sweet sultry voice of his and I want to melt into a pool on my bed. My nipples tighten and once again my pussy moistens with wanton need, a desperate need for Talon Carver.

 
     
    “So why’d you scream for Kyle?” I ask her; watching her very closely. She’s a fucking knockout and I’m almost sorry that I’m not the only one that thinks so.
    “Well, I suppose I’ll have to explain the whole story now. Thanks, dick,” she says to Kyle and I can’t help but smile. That seems to be our name for