One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) (10 page)

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me i know you can see me i know you can see me i know you can see me i know you
can see me i know you can see me i know you can see me i know you can see me

.17.

Everywhere Slader went everyone
wanted him. At his hotel he had been served an endless breakfast. He had to
smile, thinking about his band, who, according to Jerry, were all alive and
well, sleeping in various rooms throughout the hotel.

That’s where they were meant to be.
Contained and alive. They’d wake and they’d start the party again. The only
thing that would be different is that they’d shower to freshen up and then look
for different women. Because the same woman more than one night was just...
odd.

Odd as it may have been, Slader sat
in a leather chair staring at a skinny man with glasses who battled the deepest
intention to ask Slader for an autograph. But he couldn’t ask Slader because
not only would it be unprofessional, it may chase Slader away. And face it,
when Alex Slader was in your office, you sat, shut up, and listened to what he
needed.

Slader made it simple for Henry
Plink at PL Sound. He wanted Jessica. He wanted her there, in the office, as
soon as possible. The second thing he wanted, once the sound of the email came
through on Henry Plink’s cell phone, was to read the article Jessica had written
and submitted. Nobody would have given that away... but what Slader wanted
Slader got.

He read it and smiled the entire
time. It was the top layer of an amazing night. A night that captivated him in
a way that he was changed forever. A woman like Jessica, who just stepped out
of nowhere and stole everything he knew. And that included his pain, which was
an odd feeling because pain had become part of his normal life. Pain made
living a little more desperate and maybe even worth more of his effort and care.

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon,”
Henry Plink said.

“Of course she will. I want her
here.”

Henry Plink smiled. A shaky smile.
“I hope everything went well last night.”

Slader raised an eyebrow. The guy
sitting across from him was as fake as everything on the walls in the office.
The framed autographs and magazine covers. A couple guitars. It was like cliché
rock n’ roll took a shit in the office.

It bothered Slader.

He saw an acoustic guitar hanging
near a corner and stood to go get it. That’s when Henry Plink stood and looked
ready to speak his mind.

“I’m going to play this,” Slader
said.

“Okay,” Henry Plink said. “That’s,
uh, a very expensive guitar...”

“How long have you been playing?”

“Well, I don’t,” Henry Plink said.

“That’s what I thought,” Slader
said.

He started plucking notes, grabbing
different riffs from various Ashes in Vain songs, enjoying the cool, smooth
sound of the acoustic guitar. The strings were a little rough and smelled to
death of old metal. They needed to be changed. A fresh set of strings would
make the neck like butter and the strings move with an even smoother harmony.

“That’s really awesome,” Henry
Plink said.

“I know it is,” Slader said.
“That’s why I wrote it.”

Slader continued to play, looking
at his hands and the way they moved. Normally he’d stare at his own technique,
wondering if there was a way to perfect it even more. But when he looked at his
hands this time all he could see was Jessica. He thought of the places his
hands had touched on her body. Where he had held her. Guided her. Where he had
moved her. Positioned her.

Slader opened his hands at the same
time and turned the guitar around and hung it back up on the wall. He then set
his attention back to Henry Plink.

“Tell me more about Jessica,”
Slader commanded.

“Such as?”

“How many stories a month does she
cover? A week? I want to know everything I can.”

“She’s not really a full-time
writer here,” Henry Plink said. “She’s more administrative for the moment. That
is, until I get this story run. Then we’ll bring her over as a writer for sure.
She covers bands, traveling at her own expense to do whatever she does.”

And that was the true beauty and
magic of Jessica. Her passion for music was real. It was alive.

“Someone like her and you put her
at a desk,” Slader said. “And you wonder why your magazine is garbage. I should
buy the company and fire you.”

“No, Slader, listen...”

“Listen?” Slader said with a growl
in his voice. “I don’t listen. You’re lucky I’m even here. Imagine how many
people are talking about this right now. That Alex Slader is in the offices of
PL Sound. You should be paying me for this.”

“Let me get you something to eat,”
Henry Plink said. “Anything you want. Okay?’

“I’ll get what I want,” Slader
said. “Soon enough.”

And Slader meant it. And he believed
it.

Sure enough, a short while later,
he saw Henry Plink point from his office. Through the open blinds Slader was
able to see everything he had been waiting for.

It was Jessica.

She had come.

For him.

A
man can wait as long as the sun warms the ground enough for her to walk on. And
if the time comes and the sun can’t warm that ground enough for her to walk on,
then a man will stand on that frozen ground, let his desires freeze to death on
that ground, because if it isn’t enough for her, it isn’t enough for him. Ever.

.18.

Carrie dressed herself and stood in
the doorway to her bedroom. Her mind was lost and deep in serious thought. Not
only had John pushed her harder than ever with this contract, he’d put her in a
position she never thought she’d be in. John considered it luck but Carrie
considered it cruel fate.

Her mind thought back to that first
night of meeting John. She had been a cocktail waitress at a party he was
hosting at a hotel. It was a hotel that she later found out he wanted to buy
but the process fell apart when talks with the owner turned sour. John had the
party anyway, to celebrate whatever he needed to make him feel special and
powerful still. Carrie had been paid to walk around with a tray of drinks and
take orders. The job wasn’t that great; having a bunch of horny businessmen
slap her ass and flirt with her all night wasn’t a real dream of hers. That was
until she saw John.

Just standing at the bar, scanning
the room.

She thought it was fate then,
seeing him, having the nerve to talk to him.

But now - and lately - it had been
like a slap of bad luck.

Carrie had been sucked into John’s
world instantly. He made her put her tray down. He made her put her hair down.
He whispered into her ear. He paid her in cash for the rest of the night to
stop working right then. He took her to one of the fancy hotel rooms and
ordered her to strip. Ordered her to the bed. Ordered her to touch herself. And
then he ordered her to obey him for the night. It was all so fast and so
erotic, like nothing Carrie had ever experienced before.

And she liked it.

She
really liked it.

That next morning she woke to an
empty bed except the contract next to her. She had one week to make her
decision. She could live her life without John. That meant struggling, worrying,
fearing the world. She could bounce job to job, gig to gig, hoping something
would happen. Or she could sign the contract. That meant she’d be paid for her
services to work for him on special projects but it also meant full sexual
submission to John. Again, reading it and thinking about it turned Carrie on.
She wanted it. She wanted to be wanted. To be touched, held, and yes, she
wanted to be fucked.

Reality came back to Carrie when
the door to the apartment opened and John walked in.

“Anyone home?” he asked.

“No,” Carrie said. “She’s gone
again. For now.”

“Where to?”

“She said she had to get to work,”
Carrie said.

“And what are you doing?” John
asked.

“Standing here. Thinking.”

“Planning, I hope,” John said.
“This is important for me. Well, for us, Carrie. This is one that I cannot
allow to fail.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” Carrie
said.

John walked to her and reached for
hand. He took it and suddenly had the gentle, caring eyes that he had that
first night they met. He was smooth when he wanted to be. And Carrie was broken
enough to believe him time and time again.

“Life isn’t easy,” John said. “I
think you and I both know that.”

Carrie nodded.

“This is life. This is business.
Nothing’s committed, Carrie.”

“The way she looked this
morning...”

“She hadn’t had a guy in months,”
John said. “Are you getting soft? If so, we can terminate the contract. Of
course, I’ll need all payments issued back. Do you have that for me?”

Carrie shook her head. Of course
she didn’t have any of the money John paid her. That’s how she survived. That’s
how she split the bills with Jessica. How she bought food, clothes, things to
try to make herself feel better.

“I understand,” Carrie said.

“Good,” John said. “Now... let’s
get this ball rolling. The second I grab some of these hotels, we’re going to
spend a weekend in each one. Just you and me. And some toys maybe.”

John smiled.

Carrie forced herself to smile.

John’s phone rang and he took the
call, leaving Carrie alone again. She walked to Jessica’s room and opened the
door. She looked inside and pain and regret came over her. All this time being
near Jessica she never thought she’d care about the woman.

But she did.

For now at least.

But like John said... this was
business.

And business - dictated by the
contract - ordered Carrie’s next job.

She had to seduce, sleep with, and
convince someone to sell their hotels to John and his company... and that
someone?

Carrie closed her eyes and
whispered the name.

“Alex
Slader...”

This
is the time. It’s all about time. Time is everything. I am everything. I am
time. I have come.

.19.

If Alex Slader wasn’t in the
office, Jessica would have thought she was getting fired. The way everyone
looked at her, their eyes trailing as she walked towards Mr. Plink’s office.
She knocked and opened the door, her breath still stolen by Alex Slader even
though she knew he was waiting for her.

Mr. Plink looked like hell. He appeared
ready to lose his mind, something he probably wasn’t used to. Being around such
a powerful person like Alex Slader wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. That
was something Jessica found out the night before. She had been handcuffed to a
piano. She had been sexually teased in a dressing room. And she had been
commanded around a hotel room... with her hand, her mouth, her body.

“Jessica, hello,” Mr. Plink said.

“Yes, Jessica,” Slader said in a
whisper.

“We’ve been talking,” Mr. Plink
said. “Slader has read your article.”

“Okay,” Jessica said.

She was never so nervous in her
life. Her boss. Her lover.

Her
lover.

What a thing to call Slader.

He wasn’t her lover, was he?

He had been someone to fuck the
night before. That was it. That’s all Jessica had wanted, or so she told
Slader. A one night stand with the rockstar. But looking at him, that
passionate look in his eyes, it did something to Jessica again. Something that
suggested a one night stand wasn’t good enough. Ever.

“It’s a good article,” Slader said.
“Captures the show and the band.”

Slader smiled and Jessica blushed.
Only the two of them knew the truth of the night.

“Needless to say,” Mr. Plink cut
in, “I’m running the story. Definitely. And Jessica...”

“Let’s just wait,” Slader said. “I
have to talk to Jessica in private first.”

“I’m sorry?” Mr. Plink asked.

Slader looked at him with burning
eyes. “That means get the fuck out of this office. For five minutes. Come back
and I’ll tell you what else I want.”

Jessica put a hand to her mouth to
keep her jaw from crashing to the floor. Nobody ever talked to Mr. Plink like
that. Ever. And yet, to Jessica’s shock, Mr. Plink listened. He touched his
shirt and then moved from his desk. He didn’t speak another word to Slader or
Jessica. He left his own office and shut the door behind him.

Slader moved to the window and
closed the blinds.

Jessica’s heart started to jump.

He then came to Jessica and put his
lips right to her ear.

“Lock the door, Jessica,” he
whispered.

Jessica shivered and her body began
to melt. She could barely walk the five steps to the door to lock it. When she
did, she turned and put her back to the door. Slader looked at her with lust
filled eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,”
Slader said. “The second you left, the bed was cold. My room was solemn and
empty. My heart...”

“Slader,” Jessica said. “I don’t
know what to do right now.”

“That’s because I haven’t told you
what to do yet,” he said and smiled.

Jessica bent her knees.

It was supposed to be a one night
stand. That was her plan. To sleep with Alex Slader, send her story to Mr.
Plink, and have her own personal memory. That was it. Then she could get the job
she wanted with PL Sound, live her life, follow bands, and just be normal.

Slader put a hand out and Jessica
knew if she took his hand, nothing would ever be normal again. Such a small
gesture, but it would change her life forever. It wouldn’t just be about a
memory or memories then, it would be about reality. A reality that she was
going to jump into.

Jessica took Slader’s hand.

He pulled her, hard and fast,
bringing Jessica to his body. His hands were around her, holding her. He took
deep breaths, smelling her. Jessica did the same thing to him. She couldn’t get
enough of Slader’s scent and touch.

She looked up and he was already
looking down at her.

“We have about four minutes,”
Slader said.

“Okay...”

“Hurry and undress,” Slader said.
“Unless you want your boss to see me fucking you.”

Jessica gasped.

What?

“Slader...”

“I’m telling you what to do,”
Slader said. “Now hurry.”

Jessica looked around the office.
Of all the things that could ever run through her head - erotic or not - she
never thought she’d have this chance. She thought about all the things Mr.
Plink had done. The empty promises. The nonsense work. The way he treated her.

Jessica smiled and started to lose
herself not only in Slader but in the moment.

She turned around and walked to the
desk. Her fingers shook as she hurried to unbutton her jeans. She couldn’t
believe how fast her hands moved when she wanted something so bad. They moved
faster than her mind, which tried to be more realistic. But she couldn’t deny
Slader.

Her pants and panties moved down
and Slader’s big, strong hands crashed to her hips.

Jessica cried out.

“Be careful with that,” Slader
said. “We’re not soundproof...”

Jessica closed her mouth and tried
to hold it all back. Slader helped Jessica with her pants and panties, taking
them down to her ankles. She wouldn’t be able to step out of her pants and
panties because of her shoes, but that only meant she would be extra tight for
Slader.

The sound of Slader’s zipper made
Jessica’s entire body shake with desire. She never thought this was going to
happen again. It was like another dream coming true. A dream that seemed so
good... and felt...

“Oh,” Jessica moaned as quiet as
she could.

Slader put himself to her tender
hole. He was so hard. His hands were still on her hips. He thrust forward,
forcing Jessica to open. She felt her wet folds peeling away and clinging to
Slader’s shaft. The tip of his cock was inside her and he stopped. He  let out
a small groan and took a deep breath.

“Yes,” Jessica whispered. “Please,
Slader. Yes.”

The thought finally came to her...
she was having sex with Alex Slader - the lead singer of Ashes in Vain - in her
boss’s office. Jessica looked around the office again and tried to smile. The
smile was stolen when Slader thrust at her again, fully entering her.

All feeling left Jessica’s body for
a few seconds. She thought she was floating and then it all came crashing down
to her. The intense pressure, mild pain, and all of it leading to pleasure. A
lot of pleasure. With her legs still mostly closed, it left no room for
Slader... but he made his own room. He slid out and thrust again, not giving
Jessica a chance to relax at all.

This was about sex.

This was about fucking.

This was about obeying Slader’s
needs and wondering about her future with him.

If there was a future.

Unless Slader just wanted to fuck
her once in a while.

But none of that mattered right
then.

Alex Slader was fucking her.

Fucking her hard and fast against
Mr. Plink’s desk.

His hands held her tight and as he
thrust at Jessica, Slader started to move her too. Jessica ached and throbbed
against him, already starting to come. She had to bite on her lip to keep from
screaming. The last thing she wanted was Mr. Plink to rush in and find this...
or maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing at all.

What did it matter?

Slader’s hands moved from her hips
to her ass. He cupped her cheeks and pushed. Jessica was against the desk as
hard as she could. The desk was slowly becoming a huge mess. Her mind wondered
how much time they had left before Mr. Plink was going to come back in.

Slader sped up, positioning Jessica
right where he wanted her.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Yes...
my beautiful Jessica... fuck...”

Jessica just remained still,
letting Slader have everything he wanted and needed from her. It was beautiful
and perfect. So erotic and passionate at the same time.

Slader sped up even more, reaching
a pace that Jessica’s body could not handle for long. And as she reached a
point where she was going to need to scream for relief, Slader slammed into her
and held there. She felt him thicken and release. Pulse after pulse, Slader’s
warm orgasm filling her body. Filling her empty desires. Keeping this fantasy
alive more than Jessica ever thought.

When Slader pulled from Jessica’s
body she felt a warm gush and let out a whimpering breath. She needed to sit.
No. She needed to shower. No. She needed to have Slader back inside her.

“Better hurry,” Slader said. “We’re
out of time.”

Jessica started to scramble. She
hurried to lift her panties and pants. She tried her best to make it seem like
nothing had happened. But that was impossible. Not only was her face flushed
and Mr. Plink’s desk a mess the room lingered of the heat and scent of sex
lingered in the office of her boss.

Slader unlocked the door and a few
seconds later, Mr. Plink entered the office.

He froze and looked around.

And to Jessica’s surprise, Mr.
Plink blushed.

He could sense something but didn’t
know how to say a thing about it.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Better than ever,” Slader said. “Close
the door.”

Mr. Plink listened.

Jessica stepped back and let Slader
and Mr. Plink talk. Although there wasn’t much to talk about.

“There’s one more thing for us,”
Slader said.

“Anything,” Mr. Plink said. “I
really hope you enjoyed Jessica’s article. If anything needs to be changed...”

“No, no,” Slader said. “It’s just
that Jessica’s talents are being wasted here.”

“Wasted?” Mr. Plink asked.

“Wasted?” Jessica cut in. “I’m...”

“That’s why I’m taking Jessica from
you,” Slader said. “From the world.”

“Excuse me?” Mr. Plink asked.

Slader looked back at Jessica and
smiled. “That’s the plan now, Jessica. You’re going to come with me. You can
watch how I write music. How I record. How I change the world. How Ashes in
Vain does what they do best...”

“All for PL Sound, correct?” Mr.
Plink asked.

Slader looked at Mr. Plink. “You’ll
get what I give you.”

When Slader turned to Jessica, she
felt her heart racing again. She knew Alex Slader was something different.
Something special. Something powerful. Not just a rockstar but
the
rockstar, as he
always put it.

In the arms of a rockstar, Jessica
felt safe and comfortable. Even if with each passing second her life seemed to
change more and more. She thought about her roommate, Carrie. She couldn’t wait
to tell Carrie everything... maybe it would make everyone’s life exciting.

Slader took Jessica’s hand again
and stared into her eyes.

“You’re coming with me,” he
whispered. “I’ll show you everything...”