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out of me.
Reid nodded his head and glanced out the window, letting the silence fill the d ark bus once again. It was completely weird how much sexual tension I harbored for this man. He was a rock god, and with that came a status. Fuck, he basically dry humped that blonde bimbo in the parking lot earlier, and I knew that was a tamer version of what happened earlier that night. Even knowing that this man had women at his beck and call, a simple word ushered and women dropped their drawers and opened their mouths, and I still wanted him. My girly bits were okay with being used and abused by this man, but my heart and mind said hold up. Reid was nothing but a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. Might as well save myself some pain and just burry the feeling deep down inside. If that doesn’t work, I can always beat it with a shovel. Let’s just dig this hole and get it over with.
"So how do you like the new job?” Reid questioned, turning his attention back at me.
“It’s great, not really what I expected, but great.” So much for beating myself with a shovel.
“What do you mean? Do you not want to be here with me?” His brows scrunched as he questioned my comment, causing his hair to dip further into his eyes.
“No I want to be here with you, I mean the band. I want to be on the road with the band; I just didn’t think applying for a PA position entitled me to travel with one of the hottest rock bands on the market right now.” I knew my face had taken on a fantastic shade of red as I quickly looked back out the window and mentally cursed my betraying body.
“So you think we are one of the hottest bands right now,” Reid taunted, lickin g his lips slowly and methodically. He knew what he was doing, how the smallest of movements could send a woman into a working tizzy.
I rolled my eyes and fought back the urge to tackle that man. Even his cockiness at times was sexy, considering I wanted to beat him the other fifty percent of the time.
“Look, you guys know you are good, otherwise you wouldn’t be selling gazillion of albums, and partaking in this massive tour. Of course I think you are good; I’m not deaf you know.”
Reid mumbled something and let a smirk creep across his face. The sexiness was gone; all I wanted to do was smack this man across his smug little face right now. It was crazy how fast he could flip a switch with me, and the little bastard knew exactly how to do it.
“My intention wasn’t to make you mad , Molly Anne,” Reid apologized, leaning forward and resting his forearms against his thighs.
I let out a small sigh then just shook my head. This man pushed buttons I didn’t even think were possible.
“That’s the second time you called me Molly Anne,” I said softly.
“Well that’s your name, right? You have this southern charm that radiates out of you. Molly is too simple for a girl like you.”
“Like me?” I questioned.
“There is something very innocent about the way you conduct yourself. I don’t see that much anymore.” Reid gave me a soft smile that melted my heart on the spot. Apparently beating myself into submission wasn’t going to work so well.
“Goodnight , Molly Anne.” Reid nodded.
“Goodnight , Reid.”
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up!” Brody shouted, jumping next to me on the couch. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes, letting the light poison my irises.
“Coffee?” Ryder asked, standing over in the galley next to a Keurig.
“Please,” my voice rumbles. Sitting up, I stretched my body from th e apparently awkward position I crashed in.
“Sugar or cream?”
“Black, just black.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair to try and tame it into some sort of obedience. Pulling the sweatshirt over my head, I felt a rush of the morning air swarm around my skin.
“Look at Molly and her little girly little piercing,” Brody teased, reaching out and swiping his finger over my dangling belly button ring.
Note to self, remember to
Reid nodded his head and glanced out the window, letting the silence fill the d ark bus once again. It was completely weird how much sexual tension I harbored for this man. He was a rock god, and with that came a status. Fuck, he basically dry humped that blonde bimbo in the parking lot earlier, and I knew that was a tamer version of what happened earlier that night. Even knowing that this man had women at his beck and call, a simple word ushered and women dropped their drawers and opened their mouths, and I still wanted him. My girly bits were okay with being used and abused by this man, but my heart and mind said hold up. Reid was nothing but a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. Might as well save myself some pain and just burry the feeling deep down inside. If that doesn’t work, I can always beat it with a shovel. Let’s just dig this hole and get it over with.
"So how do you like the new job?” Reid questioned, turning his attention back at me.
“It’s great, not really what I expected, but great.” So much for beating myself with a shovel.
“What do you mean? Do you not want to be here with me?” His brows scrunched as he questioned my comment, causing his hair to dip further into his eyes.
“No I want to be here with you, I mean the band. I want to be on the road with the band; I just didn’t think applying for a PA position entitled me to travel with one of the hottest rock bands on the market right now.” I knew my face had taken on a fantastic shade of red as I quickly looked back out the window and mentally cursed my betraying body.
“So you think we are one of the hottest bands right now,” Reid taunted, lickin g his lips slowly and methodically. He knew what he was doing, how the smallest of movements could send a woman into a working tizzy.
I rolled my eyes and fought back the urge to tackle that man. Even his cockiness at times was sexy, considering I wanted to beat him the other fifty percent of the time.
“Look, you guys know you are good, otherwise you wouldn’t be selling gazillion of albums, and partaking in this massive tour. Of course I think you are good; I’m not deaf you know.”
Reid mumbled something and let a smirk creep across his face. The sexiness was gone; all I wanted to do was smack this man across his smug little face right now. It was crazy how fast he could flip a switch with me, and the little bastard knew exactly how to do it.
“My intention wasn’t to make you mad , Molly Anne,” Reid apologized, leaning forward and resting his forearms against his thighs.
I let out a small sigh then just shook my head. This man pushed buttons I didn’t even think were possible.
“That’s the second time you called me Molly Anne,” I said softly.
“Well that’s your name, right? You have this southern charm that radiates out of you. Molly is too simple for a girl like you.”
“Like me?” I questioned.
“There is something very innocent about the way you conduct yourself. I don’t see that much anymore.” Reid gave me a soft smile that melted my heart on the spot. Apparently beating myself into submission wasn’t going to work so well.
“Goodnight , Molly Anne.” Reid nodded.
“Goodnight , Reid.”
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up!” Brody shouted, jumping next to me on the couch. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes, letting the light poison my irises.
“Coffee?” Ryder asked, standing over in the galley next to a Keurig.
“Please,” my voice rumbles. Sitting up, I stretched my body from th e apparently awkward position I crashed in.
“Sugar or cream?”
“Black, just black.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair to try and tame it into some sort of obedience. Pulling the sweatshirt over my head, I felt a rush of the morning air swarm around my skin.
“Look at Molly and her little girly little piercing,” Brody teased, reaching out and swiping his finger over my dangling belly button ring.
Note to self, remember to
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