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Philly, and that made me happy. No stuck up celebrity head trips to navigate.
    As the party was winding down, I wound up sitting on one of the ridiculously uncomfortable couches next to Devon, talking about all the people I'd met tonight. I felt him before I saw him, and when I looked up Flynn was making his way towards me. The look on his face was pure sin, and it left no doubt about he wanted. Immediately my core clenched as I went liquid all over again.
    Devon made her excuses and scurried away, leaving me alone with Flynn. He took the seat right next to me, and it took everything I had not to moan and beg him to take me. Anywhere, anytime, however he wanted me, even if it was on one of those ridiculously ugly sofas. Sadly for my libido I needed to remember that I was there in a professional capacity, and I needed to keep my legs closed.
    "It looked like you got to meet everyone tonight. What did you think?"
    Put at ease by the professional tone of his question, I relaxed. "I liked everyone very much. I can see that we're all going to get along, and I think you've chosen to a perfectly matched group of people to get everything you want out of this tour."
    Smiling, he nodded at me in agreement. "We're all really happy with the group we've chosen. We've had some pretty rough tours in the past, so we were very particular when we assembled this tours principal people. You were the final piece to the puzzle. We went through dozens of photographer portfolios, but nothing clicked until the night The Chaps showed us what you'd done for them. And now, you're here. Are you excited about going on a world tour?"
    Shaking my head in the affirmative, I laughed. "I'm really excited actually. I know it's going to be rough not going home for four months, but I'm ready for the experience. As thrilled as I am to go, I don't think I could do it for years the way you have all done. Of course, you're used to it I’m sure. It must just be a way of life now."
    He looked pensive for a moment before answering. "It's interesting that you would say that. We're making the announcement to all of you tomorrow afternoon, and later tomorrow on our website and at a news conference… but, this is our last tour. We're done. We all love each other, love the music, but we hate the grind of the constant touring. We've decided to grow up. We started a record label and The Chaps are our first signed act. As friends, the band will be together forever, but no more touring."
    I was stunned. I'd pre-judged Flynn and the guys as being rockers for life. Stories of the bands debauchery were legendary, and talking to Ian earlier today confirmed that they fucked way more people than the folklore claimed. It seemed I had put him and the other guys in a box they didn't belong in.
    "Wow Flynn. I guess I never really thought about how tedious it must have become. Here I am whining about missing my house for four months, but you can't really have been home very much at all for the last decade. That must have been really difficult."
    Giving me a surprised look he replied, "You weren't whining Tess. You were being honest. We don't get enough of that. Real life went on without us for the last decade, and we wound up being surrounded by people who enabled us and agreed with everything we said, even if we were wrong. Besides, you're right. The road sucks. Never going home sucks. Never having any kind of real connection sucks. We all just want to move on."
    He called me Tess. I heard every word he said, but what stood out the most was that he called me Tess. I've never allowed anyone to abbreviate my name, but for some reason I liked that he did it. It seemed intimate, like it was something between us. I knew that it was silly of me to think that way, knew that I was just being fanciful.
    The rest of the people in the house disappeared from my mind as I continued talking to Flynn. He was so easy to talk to, and our conversation flowed naturally. Still, the sexual tension between us