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and I’m pretty sure I’m seconds away from passing out.

Chapter Six
    The next few weeks are intense. I’m on the road so much that I’ve barely seen my family. With the exception of Stace, this isn’t a bad thing. The more I can stay out of my father’s hair, the less crap he can give me.
    Tonight we played our last show in New York, where we’d been for the last four nights performing the hell out of ‘My True Romance.’ I’m getting used to being in front of a camera, and with every day the intensity of our followers seems to increase. They’re fucking crazy about us.
    “Tomorrow is a big day,” Lyndall points out.
    We’re sitting in the lounge of the hotel bar, drinking. Max and Leo have a group of girls cornered, and even from this distance, I can hear Max throwing out words like “rock star” and “Jay Leno.” It takes all of five minutes for the girls to be putty in his hands.
    It’s amazing what fame can get you.
    “I see Gemma is the last thing on his mind,” Lyndall says, her voice icy.
    I laugh. “Max is hardly a one woman guy.”
    “Exactly why I was so annoyed that he pounced on my assistant.” She shakes her head and groans. “I knew this would happen. God, do you have any idea how fucking clingy women get when it comes to men?”
    The frustration in her voice is so evident I can’t help but laugh.
    She turns and narrows her eyes at me. “What?”
    “You don’t talk like a chick sometimes, that’s all.”
    Her eyes fire up. “ Really ? Because I’m not weak and all like ‘ save me, help me you big strong man.’” She flutters her eyelashes and I laugh. “Excuse me if I don’t fall into a mess every time a guy fucks me over.”
    “I get the feeling you don’t give many guys a chance.” I grin.
    She shrugs. “Some men you just know by looking at them what they’re going to be like.” She nods her head toward Max. “Perfect example.”
    I laugh. “And me?”
    My grin widens as her face reddens.
    She recovers quickly, staring at me with her steely blue eyes. “What about you?” she retorts.
    “I’d say we have something. I’m not sure what it is yet, but you haven’t completely pushed me away.” My hand creeps closer to hers, stroking the inside of her forearm.
    She stiffens, staring straight ahead. “I’m going to bed.”
    I laugh as she gets to her feet, holding her head high. 
    “Are you coming?”
    Her boldness shocks me, but not enough to stop me from jumping to my feet. I follow her out of the bar and toward her room. Not once does she look back at me, which for some reason I find a huge fucking turn-on.
    We reach number forty-five and she stops, angling her key against the entry lock. It beeps, and then the door pushes open. She throws me a look over her shoulder and raises her eyebrow as if to ask me if I’m coming inside. I grab hold of the door before it closes and follow her in.
    Before she can react, I take control. My arms curving around her slender waist, I flick the hair away from her shoulder and run my tongue over her neck. She giggles and turns in my arms, pressing her lips against mine.
    I’m hard as fuck—like I am most of the time when I’m around her. Not only is she stunning, funny, and easy to talk to, she’s older than me. There’s something so taboo about fucking an older woman, though I’m sure referring to her as that would earn me a punch in the face.
    Her hand slides over the outside of my pants, the sensation against my erection almost unbearable. Her eyes narrow and she smiles. She likes control just as much as I do, and she knows how to wear me down.
    Pushing away from me, her fingers wrap around the hem of her shirt. She lifts it over her head and lets it float to the ground. I can’t keep my hands—or my eyes—off her. I unclasp her bra and send that flying across the room. I brush my thumbs over her nipples. She sighs as they tense, tiny goose bumps forming on her creamy white skin.
    “Sit down,” she orders,