Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) (9 page)

“Half of that is fan mail, the other half is filing and accounts. You think you can sort it?”

“Sure.” I grin, happy to be doing something.

“I will pay you.”

I glare at him. “That is kind of weird.”

“Actually it’s not. I lost my PA and I need another.”

“Isn’t that like…not allowed?”

He walks over and grins. “I am the boss, I do what I want.”

“What if we fight?”

“You will have your own office, you can lock me out.”

I laugh.

“Come on Mischief, I need a new girl and you are perfect for it.
Its money and I know you need it.”

I sigh. “I don’t know Trav…”

“I will pay you well.”

“I know that, that’s
not what worries me.”

“What worries you?”

“That we will spend far too much time together and it’s too soon.”

He frowns. “Do you want this or not?”

I narrow my eyes. “Of course”

“Then what does it matter?”

“Fine Trav, I will give it a go ok?”

“You can quit if you hate it.”

“Alright”

“Come on, I am going to show you to your office and you can do it all there.”

“Not allowed in here?” I pout.

He turns and grips my hips, yanking me close.

“Of course you are, but if you are in here I won’t get any work done.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because I will be fucking you”

I flush. “Well ok then.”

“I am going to a meeting with a damned hard on as it is.”

I look down at the strain in his jeans.

“I could suck that away for you.”

“Fucking stop it Mischief, I have to go…” He growls.

I grin up at him, licking my lips. He leans down and takes me mouth into a fierce, hungry kiss. I moan and press closer to him, he jerks his hips, grinding his cock against me and I whimper.

“Please Trav,
its ok to be fashionably late.”

“Fuck it.”

He shoves me backwards until I land on the couch. He pushes my front over it, and jacks up my dress. He runs his fingers along my thong and slowly pulls it down. He splays a hand out over my backside and squeezes the cheek.

“Fuck what a beautiful ass
”

I groan when he slides his body over mine, and I hear the tearing of a foil packet. He pulls back a
moment, then presses forward. I tense a little, we haven’t done it like this a lot and it is still all new to me. He slides inside me and reaches around to thumb my clit. I groan, tossing my head down on the couch, not giving a damn that my ass is in the air and Travis is thrusting against me.

“Fuck, I want to spank that beautiful ass.”

“Spank it.” I moan, gripping a cushion in my hands and clenching.

He thrusts,
and then brings his hand down on my ass; I muffle my scream in the cushion and tilt my hips back as he slams in again. He pulls his length out slowly, rubbing it right on that perfect spot; I clench and push backwards, needing him to give me more. He slides back in, running his palm over my backside. When he pulls out again, he thrusts back hard, bringing his hand down again.

I come so hard, I shudder and shake around him and he brings his hand down again,
heightening my release. He picks up the pace, gripping my hips and raising my ass to meet each hard thrust. He is making that fucking beautiful throaty sound with his chest and murmuring my name. I feel him release, feel him pulsing hard inside me. He lets out a strangled moan and slows.

“Excuse me Mr. Phoenix?” Someone calls, knocking on the door.

Travis pulls back, yanking his pants up.

“What?”

“The men are wondering where you are?”

“Coming
”

He helps me up and straightens my dress.

“Anyone told you today how fucking perfect you are?”

I smile. “Not today.”

“Well, you are fucking perfect.”

I beam.

“Show me to my desk boss.”

He laughs and straightens himself up,
and then he takes my hand and leads me out of his office. The women look up again, giving him dreamy smiles. He looks smoking hot today, wearing a black, long sleeved button up shirt and black jeans. Even though it isn’t a suit, he still fits the part.

“Haylee
” He calls.

A woman with short chestnut hair and pret
ty green eyes stands up and smiles.

“Yes Mr. Phoenix?”

“This is Violet, she is my new PA. Can you please show her how everything works?”

“Yes sir, will you require a coffee this morning? I can have her make it.”

He grips me and pulls me by his side, stroking my arms.

“This girl is mine, she doesn’t make coffee. Have someone else do it.”

Her eyes widen. “Yes sir, of course.”

“Behave.” He grins, letting me go and walking off.

When he has shut the elevator doors, I breathe a sigh of relief, so does Haylee.

“Are you his girlfriend then?” She asks.

“Something like that. I hope you don’t think I will be bossy or anything, I just want to work like this rest of you.”

This seems to please her.

“Ok then, come on and I will show you to your office.”

My office is beautiful, it overlooks the city and has full floor to ceiling glass windows. A
mahogany desk with a black chair sits right in the middle of the room. I smile and look around, admiring the mini palms in one corner and the bookshelves and filing cabinets in the other.

“Ok, so this is the phone…” Haylee begins.

Three hours later my head hurts, but I think I have it covered. Haylee leaves me to sort and toss the bags of fan mail and file Trav’s papers. I open the massive bag of fan mail and tip it over my desk. Wow, seriously, wow. I begin going through it, reading the same dreamy crap. I love you, marry me, I am your biggest fan. Bleh. Then I come across another one, one that has the hairs on my arms standing to alert.

Travis, why is she
back? I told you if she came back I would hurt her, or you. I don’t want to hurt her. Why can’t you just see we belong together? Why Travis? Get rid of her, I won’t warn you again. TravsAngel.

Who the fuck is Travs
Angel? I take the piece of paper and walk out of the office. Haylee is on the phone, so I glance around looking for someone else. Janice, who is standing and chatting to another girl spots me and gives me a horrible glare.

“Where is Trav?”

“It’s Mr. Phoenix to you.” She snaps.

“No, it’s Trav to me, it’s Mr. Phoenix to you or was I confused before? I am sure it was me he had bent over…”

“Mischief”

I turn and Trav is behind me, giving me a look. I smile at him, and give him my best innocent eyes.

“Hello Mr. Phoenix!” Janice smiles

“Janice, why are you up here?” He snaps.

“I was delivering the mail.”

“Fine, it’s delivered, go downstairs.”

“Yes, of course, will you require anything before I leave?”

I snort and Trav squeezes my arm.

“Nothing, thank you”

When she is gone, I turn to him.

“She is a dragon.”

“I can’t deny that.”

“I wanted to talk with you about something; will you come into my office?”

He grins and follows me into my office.

“What’s up?”

I hand him the letter, he narrows his eyes and then looks up at me.

“It’s just fan mail.”

“I don’t think so Trav, she knows about me, whoever it is watches you.”

He rubs his chin with those long, sexy fingers.

“Ok, so if it is a crazy, who is it?”

“I have no idea.”

“The mail all come
s in through reception and then comes up here, it would have to be someone sending it by mail but someone who knows enough about me to know what I am doing.”

“Well, have you had any strange messages on your phone?”

He thinks a moment.

“Well, there was a few but I delete most…”

“What did they say?”

“Oh the usual; w
here are you? When can we meet?”

I give him a look and he puts his hands up.

“I don’t meet any of them.”

“So nothing strange then?”

“No, nothing that stands out.”

I close my eyes and remember the note I found all those years ago at Trav’s house. Could this be the same person and if so, am I in danger? Worse, is he?

I finish up before Trav and head over to Chief’s house. It is his birthday and I wanted to spend the night with him and the club. Trav is going to meet me after work. I wait for a cab on the sidewalk, it is getting dark and the sun is just disappearing behind the hills. I am glancing down at my phone, when a car pulls up. Assuming it is a cab, I look up only to face a very angry looking man.

“Hello Mischief.”

I glance into his evil eyes; he is over six foot tall and heavily built. I would say more fat then muscle but he isn’t small. He steps forward and his black boot crunches on the gravel. Do I know this man? Why is his voice so familiar? He steps closer again, and I move backwards.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me?”

Demon
, that voice. How could I have forgotten that voice? My heart skitters and I try to take another step back but he grips my arm. His fingers pinch into my skin and I yelp. He grins, and the sight of it twists my stomach.

“Please, go away.”

“I only wanna talk.”

“How did you find me here?”

“My darling Jasmine said you would be here.”

Jasmine?
What the fuck.

I step back
again, but he yanks me towards the car. I scream as loudly as I can, but most people don’t involve themselves in others problems in this city. I kick and scream, biting down on his arm as he shoves me in and slams the door. He wraps a hand around my throat and presses a gun to my temple. I stop kicking.

“Please,” I choke. “I didn’t do anything.”

“I said I only wanted to talk, tell me Mischief, how is Daddy?”

“Let me go.”

“Enjoying my step daughter is he?”

“I don’t know!” I hiss.

“You know,” He says, sitting back casually while still holding a gun to my temple. “I thought when you left it was the best thing that could have happened to him, cut his damned heart out it did. I beat the shit out of him, nearly killed him. Bet he didn’t tell you that? Without you though, he didn’t care and the game got, well, a little boring. Then Jasmine, bless her heart, told me you were back in town and I thought well, won’t that be fun?”

“I don’t see him, let me go.”

“Don’t lie to me girl, see, I can handle a lot of things, I hate fucking liars.”

“Just let me go.” I cry.

“Tell him hello, won’t you?” He grins, and then everything goes black as he brings a ringed knuckle down onto my face.

I wake when my body is being tossed onto the side wa
lk. I stumble to my knees and can taste the blood on my lip. Anger boils over, Jasmine ratted us out, and she told Demon I was back. I stand on shaky legs, recognizing the neighborhood. They have dropped me off down the road from Chief’s house. I stand and look down at my grazed knuckles and skinned knees. I press my fingers to my lips, split.

I force my legs to move and I walk slowly towards Chief’s house. When I am close, I hear the music and laughing. I can’t wreck this night for him, but he has to know about Jasmine. Thinking of her makes my blood boil. When I step around the corner and into the front yard where the bonfire is blaring, I see the entire club around drinking and chatting. I spot Chief
, and Jasmine is sitting beside him laughing and smiling. That does it for me, I walk in and I hear the men calling my name and trying to grip my arms.

“Shit Mischief, what happened?”

“Holy fuck”

Chief looks up and his eyes widen, he stands but doesn’t get to speak because I leap forward. I crash over the back of a chair and grip Jasmine
’s hair, yanking her backwards. She lands with a scream and a thud as we stumble over the grass. She swings around and I grip her hair again, twisting it so hard she bellows and drops her arms. I yank her face close.

“You little fucking bitch, do you see my face, do you fucking see it?” I scream.

“Mischief” Chief yells.

“Let em
’ go Chief.”

“She’s fucking hurt.”