Page 5 of Jealous God
Digging in my hand luggage, I pulled out the essentials. Comb, mascara and lipstick. That was a real start. The comb alone would make a massive improvement to my overall appearance. Clothes might be a problem though. Especially as I wanted to make a good impression and keep my job after almost hitting one of the band. Delving my hand down deeper, my fingers brushed something hard and pointy.
Heels.
I had forgotten in all the drama that I had changed at the airport before my flight. My office attire was still in there. Yanking it out, I brought it to my nose. And came away offended.
Gross.
But it would have to do.
Shimmying out of my jeans, I pulled the tight pencil skirt over my bare legs. The blouse would not do. It was wrinkled beyond repair. And I refused to go into my first meeting with a new employer looking like I was wearing yesterday’s clothes, even though that’s what I was doing.
At a loss, I stared out of the passenger window and straight into Erik’s blue eyes. There were coffee cups in his hands and a smile on his face.
“Do I even want to know?” He asked as I opened the door to speak to him. There was no hello, no time for pleasantries in Erik’s busy day, or so I had been told.
I shook my head. “Probably best if you don’t.” Eyeing the coffee hungrily, my stomach rumbled.
The noise was loud enough to cause Erik’s lips to twitch. “There’s more coming, don’t worry, but this lot is for Dion.” For a second, he looked guilty. “Come and join us when you are ready.” He pointed to the bus behind the one I had been kicked out of last night.
Wasn’t that just my luck? I had been so close. So, fucking, close.
“I’ll be five minutes.” I grinned my most winning smile.
Whatever had happened last night would be relegated to the past. It had to be. I was a professional, after all.
THREE
Jax
“Just a few more minutes and we can get started.”
As always with Erik, there was no greeting as he pushed the takeout coffee cups towards Dion. The delicious smell hit me like a punch to the gut, and I reached for one before I could help myself. It was Dion who slapped my hand away. His fingers greedily curled around one, and I had to admit that he needed it more than me. He looked a mess: his eyes bloodshot and drooping.
I hoped he was hurting after the stunt he’d pulled the night before, but I wasn’t man enough to say it. That would all change quickly, though, if I didn’t get some caffeine inside of me soon. Erik dragging us all together at eight in the morning after a show was a low blow, and I knew the others were feeling it much more than I was. The perks of going to bed early for once in my life.
Well, relatively early anyway. I might have had a half decent night's sleep if that groupie hadn’t shown up and ruined my alone time. But it was hard to feel too cross about the feisty little thing with one of the most perfect tits I had ever seen.
“Why the fuck are we here so early?” Louis growled, massaging his temples with his fingers. There was a hickey on his neck — one that hadn’t been there yesterday. He and Tate had obviously partied some more after we had parted ways. Hell, for all I knew, the curly haired firecracker had found him and got what she couldn’t get from me.
Or Dion. It was Dion she had asked for, after all.
I had kind of kicked myself after I had shown her the door. Disappointing the ladies wasn’t something I usually did. But I had wanted to be alone. And then when I was alone, I couldn’t help thinking of that perfect fucking mouthful of a tit.
“We are waiting for Elodie. She’s here to help Dion with some things.” Erik eyed us all like a schoolteacher surveying a class of naughty boys and, in essence, that’s what we were. “I saw her outside, so she won’t be too long and…” His blue eyes narrowed.
I rolled my eyes. Here it came. The talk. The warning that we had to behave. Like we were children or, worse, animals who couldn’t control ourselves. There were certain boundaries that not even we crossed.
You don’t fuck around with a band member’s significant other unless invited.
Leave the staff alone.
Never touch anyone related to the band.
Ok, so the last one Dion had broken only a few weeks ago. But, if anything, he was now the poster child for why it was such a bad idea.
A small sharp rap on the bus door sounded just before I heard the tip tap of heels on the steps.
“What kind of name is Elodie…?” I trailed off. With my back to the door, I couldn’t see who had just walked into our midst, but if the reaction of Tate and Louis was anything to go by, I really wanted to.
