Page 7 of Dark Notes

“He’s staring at you, girl. What the fuck happened in that room?” Mia glares at me with a demanding expression.

“Nothing.”

I stare back, because he’s on stage so it’s not weird, right? He looks gorgeous. Sweat beads on his upper body as he sings the words to their third song, never taking his eyes off me. Once again, I remind myself I have a boyfriend, and besides I don’t want to be the flavor of the night, because I know when he goes to Phoenix tomorrow, he’ll be bedding a new woman. I know his game all too well, so I need to keep my legs closed and my brain functioning.

They finish the song, and someone brings him a towel and a guitar. He wipes the sweat from his brow, and tosses the towel to the side of the stage, before speaking to the crowd.

“Hello, California! It’s good to be home!”

The entire auditorium erupts with cheers, as if he came here specifically to see them.

“I have a problem… with a woman,” he rolls his eyes, “Can I talk to you about that?”

Again, his words are met with screams of approval, and I’m pretty sure they’d love anything he says.

He walks across the stage, looking out at his audience before hanging his head down dramatically.

“I met this woman tonight and wow, she’s fucking gorgeous.”

Looking back up, he says, “She turned me down. Ladies, would you turn me down?”

Of course, the place echoes with yells of ‘no’. One woman actually throws panties on the stage. I’ve obviously heard of women doing this, but I’ve never seen it before.

“Do you think a song might change her mind?”

The crowd clearly thinks so as the music of a rather familiar song plays. I shake my head, with uncontrollable laughter, as he starts singingCloserbyNine Inch Nails. I don’t think I’ve ever heard any of their other songs before, but this one I know. I think everybody does.

Jagger walks over to where I stand with Mia, and throws his guitar over his back in one of the sexiest moves I’ve ever seen. Squatting down in front of me, he continues singing the words to the filthy song as I blush uncontrollably. Moving to his knees, he belts out the chorus while staring into my eyes. My heart is pounding furiously as I gaze back at him, ignoring the fact that Mia is watching me with curious eyes.

I’m hoping Erik is busy somewhere, and not watching this display of over the top behavior, because he will be pissed. Right at this moment, I don’t care, because Jagger makes me feel like I matter. I know it’s only a one-night stand he’s offering. Still, no one has ever put so much effort in taking me to bed.

He winks at me as he ends the song. “That was romantic, right?”

I shake my head. “You’re insane!” I shout.

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he leans over the stage and speaks into my ear, “Haven’t you heard, filthy girl? The crazy ones are the best fucks.”

CHAPTER SIX

JAGGER

I liked having her here for my show and I don’t understand it. Is it because she’s the first woman that turned me down? Maybe my ego is fucking with me, because I should not be obsessed with her after spending twenty minutes with her. It should take longer than that to have me acting like a goddamn fool, but it didn’t. The guys in the band have had their fun making jokes about how ridiculous I acted on stage tonight. And I don’t fucking care. There’s no doubt it’ll end up onYouTube.There are videos from every single show on there anyway these days. The worst part though, was probably when our drummer Hendrix said,“You realize you just got her hot and bothered only to send her back to her boyfriend, who will no doubt fuck her all night long?”

That thought pissed me off far more than it should have.

Just as I walk into the hotel, I get a call from Jimmy, informing me that Erik is here early for his meeting, and brought his band mates because he was concerned for his safety.

Fucking pussy.

I take the elevator to the penthouse, and step off to find douchebag in the lobby. I open the door and say, “Erik only. The rest of the Dildos can wait out here.”

Erik has dark hair, and darker skin than I have. I’ve been told he was born in Mexico City, but I don’t really know that to be fact. His hair has a perfect part, like a dorky accountant might,and he’s fit but short. I’m six foot-three, so a man being five foot-eight to me is short.

“It’s The Glass Monkeys,” he corrects me.

I smirk at him. “Dildos is more fitting. I have a career changing offer for you, but it’s you and only you, or no meeting. Your choice, Dildo.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it quickly. “I’ll meet you guys back out here when I’m done.”

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