Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Apparently, the one and only time the guys forewent a hotel ended in disaster when Noah lost his voice due to the constant recirculated air-conditioning running in the bus.
No Noah equals no show equals bad news.
I got it.
When the bus doors opened and we stepped out, the screams began.
It was so loud, so sudden, that it hit me like a hundred paintballs to the chest.
The shrill, piercing shrieks of what I guessed was hundreds of women, and some men, sounded through the air, and while the guys seemed to take it in stride, I couldn’t seem to take in a full breath. With a hand to my chest, I followed them out, and the jarring screams would not stop.
I was shocked to see the amount of people waiting on them.
The guys scattered, heading to the barriers to take photos with people and sign the gear fans had with them. And I just stood there, mouth agape.
This is insane.
From behind me came, “Emily?” I spun to find a man in a suit, smiling down at me. “You’re Emily?”
All I could do was hold up my media pass which I wore around my neck. My name and photo were clearly printed on it, and the man waved me over. “I’m Martin. We’ve been emailing.”
This was Martin. “Oh, yes.” Warily, I looked back at the guys and once I was certain there was enough security around to keep them safe, I followed the man inside. “I take it everything’s ready for them?”
“Of course,” he stated with a bold smile. “This isn’t my first rodeo.” Well, it was mine, and I was overcompensating. “I’ll just get you to sign here for me and I’ll give you your room keys. Five of the penthouse and two of the others, as ordered. It’s well stocked but if you need anything, do call down.”
“Extra towels,” I told him, remembering Amber’s strict instruction that each guy have three fresh towels a day. “Lots of them.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Not a problem.”
I took the keys in hand just as security escorted the guys in. When they passed me, I fell in step with them and we entered the elevator. Using the cardkeys I’d just been given, I slid one down the slot then hit the golden P button. The second the doors closed and I was sure we were out of sight, I spun on them.
“That was crazy!” I blinked into their shit-eating grins. “Is it always like that?”
“Worse,” they all said at the same time.
“Wow,” I muttered, unable to get a grasp on living like this. “You guys are bigger than I thought.”
They laughed at my stunned disbelief and when the elevator doors opened, I stepped out first, unlocking the penthouse and letting myself in. Eyes wide, I slowly walked into the suite and murmured, “Oh my God.” I twisted back to find Noah. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You guys are way bigger than I thought.”
The penthouse suite was everything I thought it would be and more. There were four bedrooms, each with a king size bed in it, an outdoor terrace complete with outer dining set, two bathrooms, walk-in closets. There were three huge televisions, a lounge area with what looked to be the comfiest sofa to have ever been made, a workspace, and a spacious kitchen.
As the guys each claimed a room, I checked the fridge. It was stocked exactly as it needed to be and when somebody knocked at the door, I looked through the peephole before opening it.
A staff member carrying what looked to be ten towels entered. I smiled at how smoothly things were running so far. “Just set them down right here please. Thank you.”
That was when Lee came out of his room, wearing nothing but a pair off boxers. “Are those towels? Good. I need to shower.”
I blinked at his slim, fit body a moment before attempting to look anywhere but where he stood. The closer he came, the more anxious I became. Not knowing what else to do, I threw a hand up over my eyes. “Sorry, Lee. Go ahead.”
He sounded amused. “You don’t have to do that, Emmy. Seriously.” When I uncovered my eyes, he stated a matter-of-factly, “By the end of this week, you’ll have seen all of us naked.”
Really? My hand fell. “I will?”
Lee grinned. “On tour means zero privacy. Besides—” He walked away, sliding his boxers down his legs and stepping out of them. “—I don’t mind.”
Day one. I have seen taut male buns. And they were nice.
I wonder what else I’ll see.
That was when Connor walked out of his room, stark naked. I whirled around but it was too late. I’d seen it. All of it.
Day one, continued. I have seen a flaccid penis. It was also nice.
He strode past me, snatching a towel off the kitchen counter. “Hey, Emmy.”