her eyes at him. She wasn’t some peon he could task with mediocre work. She’d literally been running the place since he found himself a new boy-toy. Enrique was this hot little leader of a Latin singing group Bernard had been swapping spit with. “Don’t have me hurt you, pretty boy.”
Bernard put down the mail and tossed his bangs at her. “Like you could. Look at it like I’m doing your mean ass a favor. When was the last time you’ve been out on a date? Maybe seeing Trent again might melt your frozen heart and wake up the old Dee we all know and love.”
Denise frowned at him. She didn’t need some rocker to do anything for her. She wasn’t some starry-eyed teenager, or the little girl at the orphanage who Trent and M. J. protected from the bullies. She considered herself confident and fearless, and she didn’t back down from bullies any more. If she could put up with Bernard’s arrogant ass, she could put up with anything. Denise and Bernard had been friends since junior high school when he developed a big old school boy crush on M. J.
He had begged her to introduce him to the tall red-head. M. J. didn’t like Bernard at first, but the two of them soon became close friends when M. J. learned Bernard lived in a big fancy hotel. To an orphan, living in a hotel was far grander than staying in a dorm and sleeping on a cot.
That was around the time M. J. and Trent decided to form a singing group. Piss poor, but talented, M. J. and Trent talked the music teacher at school into loaning them two guitars. Her job was to pass out flyers for their impromptu concerts in the park and to get them snacks. They added Dante and Vince to their group in high school. Dante was a drummer and Vince was a percussionist who could make a keyboard hum. She was the one who came up with the name of the band and became their first official manager. Bernard was her second in command and resident groupie.
Three-Ringed Circus performed at high school dances, half-time at football games, and won every talent show they entered. Their big break came when a talent scout attended one of their park jam sessions. Denise remembered it was on a Saturday. When word got out about their performance, the park had to enlist the San Diego Police Force to control the crowds and the traffic. The talent scout approached the members of the band after the concert and flew them to New York to audition for G & M Records. The rest could be considered history. Three-Ringed Circus was now one of the best rock bands in the world, and had won six Grammys this year.
“Do you think they’ll remember us?” Denise asked Bernard.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m unforgettable.”
Denise rolled her eyes at him again. “If your ego gets any bigger your head will explode.”
Bernard chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re still little Dee Stewart, the girl with the big heart and saucy temper.”
At least he didn’t call her a bitch like he normally did. Maybe the approaching holiday had him in a good mood. “Do I need to do anything special for them? Do you remember that Trent only drinks imported water and he can’t have salt in his food?”
“Yes,” Bernard answered. “I’ve already informed the chef to prepare him salt-free meals, which I’m surprised you remembered.”
She and Trent had been friends since they were two years old. He’d been the first friend she met at the orphanage and she’d been right there at the doctor’s office when he got the news his constant headaches were caused by hypertension. The two of them had been inseparable all their lives. Even the orphanage director gave up trying to get her to sleep in the girl’s dorm. Trent couldn’t go to sleep without her cuddled up next to him. Of course, this caused a problem once they hit puberty and Trent discovered his dick could be used for other things besides urinating. And she had willingly given up her virginity to him on
Bernard put down the mail and tossed his bangs at her. “Like you could. Look at it like I’m doing your mean ass a favor. When was the last time you’ve been out on a date? Maybe seeing Trent again might melt your frozen heart and wake up the old Dee we all know and love.”
Denise frowned at him. She didn’t need some rocker to do anything for her. She wasn’t some starry-eyed teenager, or the little girl at the orphanage who Trent and M. J. protected from the bullies. She considered herself confident and fearless, and she didn’t back down from bullies any more. If she could put up with Bernard’s arrogant ass, she could put up with anything. Denise and Bernard had been friends since junior high school when he developed a big old school boy crush on M. J.
He had begged her to introduce him to the tall red-head. M. J. didn’t like Bernard at first, but the two of them soon became close friends when M. J. learned Bernard lived in a big fancy hotel. To an orphan, living in a hotel was far grander than staying in a dorm and sleeping on a cot.
That was around the time M. J. and Trent decided to form a singing group. Piss poor, but talented, M. J. and Trent talked the music teacher at school into loaning them two guitars. Her job was to pass out flyers for their impromptu concerts in the park and to get them snacks. They added Dante and Vince to their group in high school. Dante was a drummer and Vince was a percussionist who could make a keyboard hum. She was the one who came up with the name of the band and became their first official manager. Bernard was her second in command and resident groupie.
Three-Ringed Circus performed at high school dances, half-time at football games, and won every talent show they entered. Their big break came when a talent scout attended one of their park jam sessions. Denise remembered it was on a Saturday. When word got out about their performance, the park had to enlist the San Diego Police Force to control the crowds and the traffic. The talent scout approached the members of the band after the concert and flew them to New York to audition for G & M Records. The rest could be considered history. Three-Ringed Circus was now one of the best rock bands in the world, and had won six Grammys this year.
“Do you think they’ll remember us?” Denise asked Bernard.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m unforgettable.”
Denise rolled her eyes at him again. “If your ego gets any bigger your head will explode.”
Bernard chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re still little Dee Stewart, the girl with the big heart and saucy temper.”
At least he didn’t call her a bitch like he normally did. Maybe the approaching holiday had him in a good mood. “Do I need to do anything special for them? Do you remember that Trent only drinks imported water and he can’t have salt in his food?”
“Yes,” Bernard answered. “I’ve already informed the chef to prepare him salt-free meals, which I’m surprised you remembered.”
She and Trent had been friends since they were two years old. He’d been the first friend she met at the orphanage and she’d been right there at the doctor’s office when he got the news his constant headaches were caused by hypertension. The two of them had been inseparable all their lives. Even the orphanage director gave up trying to get her to sleep in the girl’s dorm. Trent couldn’t go to sleep without her cuddled up next to him. Of course, this caused a problem once they hit puberty and Trent discovered his dick could be used for other things besides urinating. And she had willingly given up her virginity to him on
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