Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I’m not sleeping with this guy. He has to be out of his mind if he thinks I’m lying down with him in exchange for this ride. I fold my arms over my chest, feeling like it’s the only thing I can do to protect myself.
“I’m not the best at making a bed, but I’ll change the sheets to give you a fresh place to lay your head,” he says.
His cheeks pink a bit and it’s adorable on this big, sexy man. Okay, yes, now that I’m looking him over in this tight space, I’ll admit he’s fine. Like fine, fine. I might drool a little while staring fine.
His presence and that endearing look also allows me to calm my nerves a little. He has been nothing but a gentleman, helping me with my bags from my car and having one of his guys move the things on the back seat into the trunk.
I’m still not sleeping with him though. I shake my head to clear it as I think this situation through. I chew on my lip as I have a million things running through my head.
“Where are you going to sleep?”
“Don’t know if I will. I’ll be up front with Lucie for a bit,” he replies.
I sag my shoulders in relief. That’s good. They have a female member of the crew. That makes me feel a whole lot better.
“I didn’t see her with your guys. Was she not in the restaurant?”
Bishop pauses, looking up at me with a sexy grin on his lips. My mind wanders to questions of who this Lucie is to him. Is she his girlfriend or something?
“Lucie is my guitar. I didn’t have her in the restaurant with me, but I have a feeling she and I will be busy tonight,” he says as his eyes roll over me appraisingly.
I fight not to shiver as his blue eyes caress me with his glance. When they return to meet mine, I see that distant look again. He shakes his head and returns to changing the sheets.
I move to help. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“It’s not a problem at all. We’ll take care of it,” he says and winks.
I lower my eyes to the bed. I’m not going to get invested in staring at this guy. I need to find my way home. I appreciate his offer for me to stay on this tour with him, but I’ll be finding a way to get to Cali on my own.
I’ll figure it out once I’ve had a moment to sleep and think clearly. He starts to hum and bop his head as we work together to get the clean linens on the mattress after he pulls them from a secret compartment under the bed. I have to admit this bus is pretty nice. Nicer than what I thought it would be.
It looks like an actual bedroom back here. I look up at the mirror on the ceiling and can’t help wondering if the sheets are the only thing that needs changing. I push that thought aside when I feel a sting of jealousy jab at me.
“That should do,” he says once we have the bed made up. “Make yourself comfortable. What’s mine is yours. There’s a shower right through there.”
I turn to look as he points at the wall behind me. It’s then I notice the latch to reveal the room beyond the barrier. I see others that I assume are for closets and storage.
“Thanks again,” I say, not knowing what else to do.
He nods and heads for the door. “Sleep tight, gorgeous.”
Sitting on the bed, I sigh and place my head in my hands. How is this my life? I went from having it all to watching it all slip through my fingers.
This situation burns so much because I don’t deserve any of it. I did my job and I excelled at it. They’ll be regretting it, I was the best they had, but that doesn’t fix what’s done.
Bishop
Those eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. They’ve brought the muse back. I strum my guitar and sing the tune that’s pouring out of me.
Giving a nod, I jot it all down. It feels good. The music is back. This is the best shit I’ve had in… I can’t remember.
Returning to my guitar, I play through the entire song this time. I’m loving it. It makes me feel alive as I croon it out softly.
Most of the guys are tucked away in their beds. I don’t want to disturb them. Or should I say her? The guys are all pretty used to this by now. When I finish the song, I put Lucie aside and peek back toward my bedroom.
The lights are still on. I can’t help wondering if it’s because I’ve been at it for the last… damn—it’s been four hours. I lift to stretch. Not able to take my mind off the beauty in my bed, I start for the back of the bus.