Page 8 of Reverb
When Twisted Wishes finished and were putting away their instruments for the night, David rose and joined Ray. “You know, your manager might want to talk to the building security tomorrow.” He tried to keep his tone light.
Ray’s head whipped up. “Why?”
Well, maybe David had missed the mark with trying to play that down. The others paused, seemingly sensing Ray’s apprehension. They were tuned in to each other. Had to be.
David gave a small shrug. “Fans know you’re here. Plus they’re doing some work on the floor below this one. I got in through an open door and no one stopped me. Security never saw me.” There hadn’t been any cameras in the stairs or halls.
“Well, shit,” Ray said. “That’s not good.”
“It’s fucking stupid.” Mish marched over. “Last thing we need is a riot when someone else figures that out.” She turned her sights on David. “And you didn’t bother mentioning this before now?”
“I was keeping an eye on the door. Besides, the sites say you’ve been playing here for five days. If they were gonna come in, they would have. Your fans seem decent about boundaries.”
“Unlike the paparazzi,” Dom said. He rolled his shoulders. “I hate those guys.”
“I doubt the paps would risk trespassing.” David paused. “Well, maybe they would, but I’m guessing you guys wouldn’t be too kind if they showed up.”
Ray grunted. “I’ll talk to Marcella. She’ll get it cleared up.”
“What about my stalker?”
Mish’s words froze David. They hadn’t applied that term to the guy, but it was accurate. “I don’t think he’d come up here, since he’s not shown his face to you.” He waved off any other questions. “Let me give you what we have, then we can talk theories.”
Mish huffed. “Okay, fine. But I want all of it, David.”
“All that I have,” he said. “And like I said, Iwaswatching the door.”
A small smile formed on Mish’s lips. “Not all the time, you weren’t.”
For the second time that day, David felt the heat of embarrassment touch his cheeks.
“Still wanna walk me home, honey?”
His voice was as dry as his mouth. “Would be a delight, darling.” He held out his arm for her. “Shall we?”
Laughter danced in her eyes, and her smile did nothing to quell the warmth in his gut or the stiffness of his cock.Fuck. She took his arm. “Lead on, Mr. Altet.”
They walked out of the studio to the smiles and amused looks of the rest of Twisted Wishes.
When they got into the elevator, Mish patted his arm. “You realize if we walk out into the street like this, your face will be all over the internet within thirty seconds?”
“My face is gonna be all over the internet anyway, given how much time I’ll be spending with the band.” They reached the ground floor and stepped out, still arm in arm. He pulled her to a stop before they got within view of the outside world. “Question is, do you want them to think I’m your latest boy toy?”
She made a sour face. “I have a feeling you’re no one’s toy.”
David couldn’t help the chuckle. “Oh, Icanbe. But only in private, and off the job.”
Her penetrating stare pinned him. “That’sinterestingto know.” Her lips slid into a smile. “Too bad you’re on the job.”
Yeah, but the job was a hell of a lot safer than being a rock star’s boy toy. “You thinkI’mtrouble?”
That got him a laugh before she disentangled from him. “You know, I was dreading this, but you’re fun, David.”
“I try,” he said. “And I know perfectly well you can handle yourself, but it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back.”
Oh, the wickedness in her grin. “I don’t think it’s just my back you’re watching.” She headed toward the front doors.
He was trying very hard not to watch her ass and legs. Failing, too. He grunted to himself and followed her into the street. As he expected, there were some shouts and several fans headed in Mish’s direction. He slipped on his sunglasses and caught up with her. “You planning on signing for the fans?”
