Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Is this the song I inspired?
I think I might be in trouble. I’m glad I set some ground rules. I won’t be letting my guard down during the next four weeks. I’m not willing to pay that price. I can’t afford it.
The lyrics only draw me in more as he finishes the song. I remind myself they’re just words. He’s not singing about me or to me. He doesn’t even know me.
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Bishop says as he stands and takes a bow.
My hand holding up my phone is trembling. I’ve recorded most of the set, but this is so epic and raw. I have to get his permission to post it on his page. The fans will love it.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he saunters toward me. His long legs carry him close with a swag few men his height and size can pull off. Not for the first time, I admire his thick thighs and muscled frame.
When I look at Bishop, Vikings come to mind. His hair is loose around his shoulders, stopping midchest. I wonder what those long locks feel like.
He stops before me, leaning to speak in my ear. “That one felt right. I can’t wait to see what else you bring me.”
Without another word, he moves past me to the people that start to surround him. I turn to look at the man who’s trying to scramble my head. Everyone gravitates to him.
Bishop Love is a force all of his own. Talented, charming, and sexy as fuck. All things I have no business ticking off.
“I might be in trouble,” I murmur.
CHAPTER 7
Didn’t Answer
Saga
I sit on the bed in the tour bus with a smile on my face. I’m so excited by the results I’ve created already. Since I got out of the shower, I’ve been refreshing and checking their socials. I can’t help smiling with pride.
“They’re going crazy over your new song. You guys should definitely log in and comment back to a few fans. They’ll love that. Or you guys can give me a few responses so I know each of your tones and your log-ins, of course, and I can comment for each of you,” I say excitedly.
I’m loving the engagement. What people often don’t get is that while a public figure may seem to have a following, a following willing to interact is the real gold. It’s harder to get that to happen than it is to build numbers on a profile. Once you hit a sweet spot, bots will take care of that.
Engagement shows there are more true fans than bots or lookie-loos. I’m very pleased with the results so far. Bishop was totally on board with me posting the song from tonight and I’m so glad we did.
“I’ll talk to the guys in the morning,” Bishop says tiredly.
I glance up from my computer and can see the exhaustion written all over his face. I was surprised he didn’t head out to party with the others. Instead, he came back to the bus with me and changed into a pair of sweats before making us something quick to eat.
He climbs onto the foot of the bed and lies across it. I don’t have the heart to ask him to move. He’s not bothering me. If I chose to lie down, my feet wouldn’t even reach that far.
Besides, the adrenaline from the night is still coursing through me. I don’t think I could pass out if I tried. I’m still in awe of everything I’ve seen and learned about setting up and then performing a live concert.
“You look so tired,” I say.
“I’ll be fine by morning,” he says and turns on his side to face me and reach for my foot.
He pulls my leg from beneath me and palms my foot to begin to massage it. I lean back against the headboard and groan. He hits the ticklish part of my foot and I jump, pulling from his hold.
“Sorry,” he chuckles tiredly.
He then reaches for my other foot and repeats the massage on it. I close my eyes and relax. My feet are tired and sore from the day.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“You asked something?” I open my eyes and lift a brow.
I don’t believe I dozed off. When I look into his tired eyes he gives me a sly smile. Now I’m really curious.
“The song. Will you answer the questions from the song?”
I bite my lip and blink a few times. My cheeks heat as I think of the lyrics to the song. I’ve watched the video enough to know them by heart.
“You want to know what I want in a man, right?”
He gives a sleepy nod. At first, I think about not answering. It’s not like he needs to know this information. We’re not going there.