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)
She stares at me for a long time. Her eyes fill with hope and uncertainty. I wait patiently, not wanting to scare her off.
“How would our sleeping arrangements work?”
“I can sleep up front,” I reply.
“In those seats. No, I can’t… I wouldn’t be okay with that. What if you slept on a palate in here?”
“You’re concerned about me.” I wink. “I knew we had something between us.”
She rolls her eyes before fixing them on me. I want to lean in and capture her lips, but I fight to remain right where I am. Not that the tether I feel forming between us helps.
“You’re offering me a job. I’m just making sure you’re going to be able to pay up,” she says.
I reach to tap the tip of her nose. “You care. It’s okay. I respect you more for making me work for it.”
“You’re not working for anything. If I’m going to work for you, that’s all that will be between us.”
“You’re fired,” I say with a straight face.
She drops her shoulders and looks down at the papers surrounding her again. I feel like a jerk instantly. Asshole move, for sure.
I lean in to brush my lips against her cheek. When her eyes lift to mine, I resist the pull to cover her lips. Instead, I brush her cheek with my fingertips.
“It was a joke. I need you here. As long as you’re my employee, I’ll respect your boundaries. You’re just one of the guys,” I say reassuringly.
She gives a small smile. It takes my breath away. It’s the smallest gesture, but something about it says so much.
“Thank you. I’ll take the job,” she says.
“Saga,” I breathe, pausing to clear my throat. “I still want to get to know you for my music. I want to spend time with you for my music.”
She gives a tiny nod. “Okay. For your music,” she says.
Somehow, deep down inside, I know we’re lying to ourselves. The look in her eyes, as she agrees, tells me that I’m not the only one feeling this attraction.
Good luck getting out of this in one piece, Bishop.
As I get lost in her gaze, I know I’m totally fucked. I just hired my own destruction. I’m not going to make it out without getting singed.
“Now, tell me more about what you need from me. You know, with your social media.”
I grin then reply. “We’ve all tried to manage it, but we all suck. The places we’ve hired haven’t been any better. We need a better rate of engagement,” I explain. “We want to know we’re relevant to our fans.”
“A lot of places oversell themselves when it comes to social media. If they don’t understand your demographic, then it’s a hit-or-miss situation.”
“See, you already sound like the woman for the job.”
I stare into her eyes, wanting to get lost in her and her gaze. Her voice is as enticing to my ear as she is to my eyes. Her presence settles me as well.
“You look tired. I should go back out front,” I say.
“No, I’m good. I like talking to you. It’s keeping my mind off all my crap.”
“Stop worrying. I have a friend taking care of the car. It will meet us back in LA and you’ll be able to see your way through those bills. You have a job now.” I give her a smile.
“I still don’t know why you want to help me. You don’t know me.”
“I believe that we meet people for a reason, a season, and a lifetime. Each person you come across fits into one of those categories. I tend to treat everyone with care. You never know which one they’ll fit under.”
The conversation continues and I find myself more and more taken by this woman. This is going to be my greatest challenge, but I’m ready.
CHAPTER 3
Not Expected
Saga
I wake up sprawled across the bed sideways, but that’s not what gets my attention. It’s the heat pressed to my back and the warmth fanning my neck. It takes me a moment to register where I am and what’s going on.
My anxiety starts to abate when I take in the interior of the tour bus bedroom, only to shoot back up when I realize I’m wrapped in Bishop’s arms. It’s his heat surrounding me. My clothes are still on. That’s a good sign.
The last thing I remember is talking to him all night. After the job offer, we talked about what he needed and directions he’d be open to. He has a great following as it is, but I can see room for improvement on social media.
Those eyes sucked me in repeatedly last night. Bishop proved to be nothing like I expected. He’s attentive when you talk to him. Not something I would’ve expected from a superstar.
Remembering our conversation from last night brings a smile to my face. Now, I can remember lying on my side and yawning while trying to listen to his every word. His voice is hypnotic. I must have fallen asleep at some point.