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She then starts moving closer to me, jabbing her finger toward me with each step. “I’m not hanging out with your groupies; I will not photograph any of them. And if you guys, i.e. Royce, can’t keep it decent around me I swear on your shriveled dick I’ll quit.”
    Her tirade leaves her only centimeters from me, and I feel her toned body rub against mine with every breath she takes. Her coconut lotion smells so good, I want nothing more than to live in her scent. Towering over her tiny frame, I struggle with my desire to pick her up and spread her out across the hood of Nelly. As much as I want to, I realize it will only complicate our working relationship. Until the tour is over, it’s essential to remain friendly yet contained. Before I commit to my new hands-off policy, I need to send her a similar message. When I see her eyes bounce from my eyes to my lips, I know I have the green light to send my message.
    I quickly pull her hips toward me and spin her up against the driver’s side door. She is taken completely by surprise, but I crash my lips onto hers before she can say or do anything to stop me. Her lips are soft and when I demand more from her she obliges. I grip onto the back of her dress, bunching the fabric in my strong grasp to hold her in place, putting everything I have into this kiss, hoping it will be the first of more to come after the tour.
    When I feel her begin to lose to control and melt into me, I quickly pull away. “I don’t know why you would think I wouldn’t want more of that, but for now you can pretend you don’t want me either,” I whisper in her ear. I lightly kiss her neck just behind her ear, spin her around, and climb into my truck. I reverse, leaving her there dumbfounded, standing wobbly-legged in the parking lot. I can’t help but grin at achieving the task of flustering Jen to the point of both confusion and excitement. I only hope her anticipation wins out in the end.

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    “I think I’m going to throw up,” Seiger announces as he rushes through the dressing room to get to the staging area.
    John is oblivious with his headphones on. He’s been drumming on every hard surface he can find for the past hour. He needs to get ahold of his nerves before we’re forced to use a back-up drummer. He won’t be able to perform with us because he’ll be too busy dislodging the drumstick I’m going to shove up his ass.
    Royce strolls into the room while passing Seiger in the doorway, offering a look of confusion. “I don’t know what his problem is,” he says to me once he’s in the dressing room and seated on the table with what little food and drinks have been offered by the venue. It’s usually not much, just a package of bottled water, a few pieces of fruit, and a box of whatever cookies were on sale at the local grocery store bakery. Tonight is no different, but to Royce, this is a feast. Whatever is leftover at the end of the night will be packed in his backpack and taken home to fill his cupboards until the next gig…yeah he’s that guy. You should see him at hotels. It’s embarrassing, the man takes everything but the remote and towels.
    “Whether we play well or not, by the way, we always play well, I’m still going to be banging the best lookin’ piece of ass here,” Royce says between bites of apple. “I don’t see why the guys are so uptight tonight; they know I always share the ladies.”
    I roll my eyes. “How considerate of you, but I don’t think they’re worried about pulling in the chicks tonight. They want to do well for the tour.” My clipped tone reflects my own growing nerves. Tonight’s show really is no different than any other we’ve done over the last two years, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous. I know we’ll probably perform well and the crowd will love our sound. What has me on edge is the presence of someone in particular this evening. Tonight is Jen’s first night with us on tour, and I’m all twisted up over