Page 18 of The Fire Walker
Jessie
By the timeI crawled back to the hotel, it was nearly threea.m.
It blew me away how friendly The Devil’s Tattoo were. Bands at their level usually didn’t mix after concerts, and it was strange to see them all wandering around in the crowd, talking to people, shaking hands, and taking photos. They didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Some bands had this untouchable thing about them, and they had that, but it didn’t seem to change who they were or make them forget their roots. They had to be one of the most sincere and appreciative bands I’d worked with, and that was saying a lot. I didn’t know if it was an Australian thing but damn. They had a huge future ahead of them whatever they chose todo.
There was no doubt Dee was talented, but I couldn’t help but notice the moment he walked out onto that stage, the crowd in front of his mic suddenly morphed to one hundred percent female. He had a habit of kneeling right at the edge, and without a barrier, it afforded greedy hands a chance to cop a feel. Every single time he got up close and personal, playing some moody, distorted riff, wandering hands would travel up his leg, and this strange sensation would churn in my gut. I suppose it was jealousy, but the green-eyed monster had no place since he wasn’tmine.
I sighed and fell into bed, makeup and all. You didn’t have to be a genius to see it, but Dee came alive on that stage. They all did, but the things he’d said to me at the club suddenly made a lot more sense. Music was his life. Without it, hefloundered.
While lying in bed, my mind couldn’t focus on anything else but the gig. The way his fingers traveled up and down the neck of his guitar, the way he moved around the stage… Dee Cosgrove was a beast. I mean, no wonder every woman in the place had their eye onhim.
I suddenly felt disappointed that I missed the photo shoot. I knew exactly why Georgie had sent me out to do her dirty work. Meaning her laundry—gag. She wanted me out of the picture so she could try it on with Dee, and obviously, she’d failed.Hard.
A smug smile crept onto my face at the thought of Georgie being taken down a few pegs. She’d bitched about it on the way to the Troubadour, and I was oddly satisfied and hella impressed with Dee’s own sense of professionalism. We had something in common that wasn’t music, and the thought warmed myinsides.
Closing my eyes, my mind drifted straight back to a dirty place, and my hands began to wander over my stomach. Just the thought of him made that spot between my legs ache. In the privacy of my hotel room, I could indulge. It didn’t hurt,right?
Staring up at the ceiling, I knew his room was two floors above mine. It was my job to know these things. That wasn’t stalkerish at all. I wondered what he was doing rightthen.
My fingers pressed into my clit, and I let out a moan, wishing they were Dee’s, and I pulled away with a hiss. He was with the band. I was with the label. I didn’t mix with the band on a personal level.Ever. I couldn’t think thesethings.
Honestly? I wanted to know what made Dee tick. He wasn’t like other guys, and he’d made that glaringly obvious. Sure, he had that dirty sex thing going on big time, but that wasn’t why I was drawn to him. Was it? After my last attempt at a relationship, I wasn’t really that well adjusted. It had taken me a hell of a lot to get back to the point where I was even able to accept a date…and to do it with a guy in a band I was meant to be working with? Damn, I was soconfused.
But it was just a date, right? That didn’t mean there had to be all that other stuff, did it? We were just gonna get something to eat,right?
Famous lastwords.
