looks like desire in her eyes, so I quickly pull my shirt on and ask her again what she is doing here.
"Oh…Um… The boys were wondering why you were taking so long and Hunter told me to come back here and see if you needed some help. Do you? Need help I mean."
She glances down at the floor and I lean up against the doorframe
"No, it's all good, just mentally preparing myself for this performance. The nerves are starting to make an appearance."
Ava shifts closer to me "Oh, I can imagine how nervous you must be. Wait until you get out there and see how many people are here to see you."
I can't help but grin. "Thanks, Ava. That really helped to settle my nerves." She giggles and moves to lean her back against the opposite doorframe folding her arms across her chest which drags my attention to the small amount of exposed cleavage. She seems to notice my eyes have strayed south so I quickly snap them back up to her gorgeous face to see her watching me.
"Brody, do you want to hang out tomorrow? You know maybe show me some sights. You did say that if I ever needed a tour guide… I didn't get around to sight-seeing today due to work."
Fuck, I feel like the biggest asshole "Ah… I can't tomorrow. I'm sorry. I'm sure if you asked Jeremy he would be more than happy to show you around." She frowns slightly as I realize I sound like a fucking jerk. Before I can take the words back and agree to spend the whole day with her, I usher her from the room and say "Come on, show time!" while reminding myself yet again that she is better off with Jeremy.
Chapter 9
Ava
Brody and I silently walk through the halls to the stage. I'm sure he is continuing to mentally prepare himself. While I'm walking along feeling like a dick head, how could I have been so stupid? I'm supposed to stay professional but it's so hard, I'm around the band twenty four seven of course I'm going to want to establish some friendships. As long as I do my job the rest doesn't matter. Clearly I had Brody's signals crossed. He keeps shutting my attempts down so I guess he just wants to be friends. That's okay, I mean I just met the guy, I thought we had a connection but I was wrong. I must not be thinking clearly with the move and everything else. Oh well it's not like I'm in love with the guy.
Rounding the corner I see the rest of the band standing at the side of the stage waiting to go on. Jeremy must have heard our footsteps, as he is looking right at us with a frown. Brody and I have been walking along in complete silence, the tension just hanging in the air. I'm so glad we have reached the other band members. I can't wait to see them perform. Sound check was amazing, they sounded so good. Jeremy walks over to Brody and places his hand on his back.
"All good, Coops?"
"Yeah, fine. Just settling the nerves, the crowd sounds huge."
Just then the crowd roars, I can feel the energy even back here. The electricity is just buzzing though the arena. Peeking around the guys I look out to see the large crowd. Shit! "I'm glad you are going out and not me, I think I'd wet my pants." Jeremy gets the biggest smile on his face.
"I bet I can make your pants wet."
Dragging my eyes away from Jeremy I look at Luke. I am totally speechless, what was that? Jeremy is just standing there staring at Luke, the smile wiped from his face.
"Don't speak to her like that." Jeremy's voice is deathly.
"Sorry, bro. It was a joke."
Tuning them out I turn away, feeling really uncomfortable. Picking up my tablet from Emma, I walk off to go and find a chair. A hand grabs my arm and halts my steps.
"Ava, are you okay." Brody whispers to me.
Not able to look at him I shrug my shoulders "Yeah just going to start on some writing." Looking back over towards Jeremy and Luke I see them both watching me. Holding my head high I turn and walk away.
I find a chair just as I hear the crowd scream and cheer. Turning around to bring the chair closer I see Hunter walking behind the others to
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