Page 31 of Dirty Like Zane
After getting off on his face last night, I’d taken a cab back to the hotel and found Katie and Amber drinking in the bar and decided it was a great idea to do shots again. Just a few, but that was more thanenough.
As it turned out, Baileys and self-disgust didn’t go down all that welltogether.
The crew was still packing out from last night’s show, and the band was starting to arrive; I saw Elle and Seth talking over by their bus, Seth with a coffee in hand. We’d hit the road in about an hour, but the trucks and crew would roll out later, heading straight to San Francisco, while the rest of us took ourtime.
I said a quick hello to a few people and checked in with Alec, steering completely clear of Zane’s bus, where I saw Shady having a smokeoutside.
When I was almost at my bus, I checked myphone.
There was a text from Zane, sent about twenty minutesago.
Zane:come to mybus
Just four words. And I knew what theymeant.
I stopped in my tracks and stared at myphone.
If this was about work, he would’ve said more. Given some indication what he wanted to see meabout.
This wasn’t aboutwork.
This was an invitation forsex.
Which meant I was probably gonna end up on his dick in about fiveminutes.
Shit.
I’d already shoved my pussy in his mouth on day three of the tour. Here we were, day four, and I was twitching withneed.
Despite how many times I’d already told myself to get over it, to forget it, to let myself off the hook for one stupid screwup that didn’t have to happen again… my body just seemed to laugh atme.
And gethornier.
According to my body, last night was just a tease. A fuckingappetizer.
And now it wanted the maincourse.
Zane, for his part, would be more than willing to serve itup.
No surprisethere.
I glanced around. Everyone was preoccupied, and no one was even looking at me. It’s not like anyone wouldknow.
Other than me andZane.
I texted himback.
Me:Rightnow?
Zane:now
I glanced around again. I wasn’t even sure why Zane was already on his bus, or why he was even awake at this hour. Usually he was one of the last people to drag his ass out of bed, holding up thecaravan.
“You coming?” Talia had paused at the door of our bus and looked back to find me standinghere.
“Yeah.Soon.”
Talia headed onto the bus, and I dropped down into a crouch and just stared blankly at myphone.
