Chapter 5
Running away – a skill a certain rockstar has perfected
Aurora
I sigh as I wake up. My body is sore in all the right places. The best places. I stretch my arms toward the ceiling and the sheet falls down revealing my naked chest.
I usually hate sleeping naked but what’s the sense in putting on clothes when someone’s merely going to tear them off of you once he’s had time to refuel anyway? I have my flaws but I’m always sensible.
I roll over to reach for Jett but frown when I notice the other side of the bed is empty.
“Jett?”
I strain to hear a response but am met with silence. Hmmm… Maybe he’s in the kitchen and can’t hear me.
Except the kitchen is five steps from the bedroom and the walls in this apartment are paper thin.
I get out of bed and quickly don a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before going to find the rockstar. It takes approximately five milliseconds of searching to realize he’s not here.
What an asshole. Yes, Jett the drummer of Cash & the Sinners is famous for kicking women out of his bed. But I’m not some crazy fan or groupie. I’m his PA and – I thought – his friend.
We laughed and joked all afternoon yesterday while watching television. Afterwards, we ordered food from the Mexican place he loves and realized we’re both secretly in love with the dodgy restaurant.
Ugh. I shouldn’t have given in and had sex with him. But how could I resist? The man is sex on a stick. He’s been my wet dream for practically ten years. There was no chance I was resisting. Especially after I woke up from dreaming about him to find him in my bed – his cock hard and willing.
I pick up my phone. I’m going to give the man a piece of my mind. Assuming he answers. He never answers when I call. Not even when it’s for a band event.
Band event? Oh no. Aurora Sharpe get your head in the game. Jett is out in the world without supervision. I dial Jett’s personal security.
“Good morning, Ms. Sharpe,” Stan answers.
“It’s Aurora,” I respond without thinking.
“Ma’am, how can I help you?”
“You’re never going to call me Aurora, are you?”
He chuckles. “Probably not.”
I open my mouth to speak but pause when I realize I don’t know how to ask Stan where Jett is without coming off as a complete idiot who slept with her client last night.
“Did Jett get off okay this morning?” I ask with my fingers crossed.
“He did, ma’am. I got him to the airport for his flight.”
I blow out a breath. “Great. Thank you.”
I start to hang up but Stan clears his throat.
“Is there something else I should know about?”
“Well, ma’am.” He pauses. “I want you to know he’s not worth your tears.”
Welp. I guess I don’t need to wonder if Stan knows what happened last night.
“My tears? Why would I cry over Jett?”
“I’ll let you have your play but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
“You are entirely too nice, Stan.”
“Don’t tell my wife,” he mutters and hangs up without another word.
I set my phone down before making my way to the kitchen. I need coffee. Lots and lots of coffee, to deal with the ramifications of what I’ve done. What we’ve done.
Jett and I were already at loggerheads most of the time. I don’t think I improved the situation when I practically begged him to have sex with me.
I moan and drop my forehead to the kitchen counter. I’m such an idiot. Every PA of a rock band knows not to get involved with a member of the band. It’s the first and most important rule of band management. And I blew the rule to smithereens.
I hope Mike doesn’t fire me when he finds out. And I do mean when. The band manager has his finger on the pulse of all gossip revolving around celebrities. He’ll sniff out the truth soon enough.
My phone rings and I lift my head to glance at it. Mike calling.
Awesome. Just awesome.
“Where the hell is Jett?” Mike asks the second I answer the phone.
Don’t I wish I knew.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I rush to open the band’s agenda on my phone.
“Don’t toy with me, Aurora. I’m not in the mood. I’ve got a hundred fans waiting to meet him.”
I read today’s agenda item. Fan Meet and Greet at Bertie’s Recording Studio.
Crap. Bertie’s is in Winter Falls in Colorado. We’re in San Diego several states away.
I really dropped the ball here. I forgot all about the event when I brought Jett home from the hospital. I didn’t bother to consult my agenda. Some PA I am.
“According to his security, Jett boarded his plane on time,” I hedge since I have no idea what plane Jett boarded or to where.
“He better be here soon or I’ll have your ass in a sling.”
I gulp. Mike’s threatened to fire me more times than I can remember. The man has a temper.
Usually, I don’t worry about it since I rarely make mistakes. But this time I made the biggest mistake of them all.
My phone beeps with a message.
Sorry, Aurora. Last night should have never happened.
I grit my teeth as my anger flares. Thanks for the reminder, asshole. He couldn’t have said he had a good time but it couldn’t happen again? Nope. He has to make our night together out to be a mistake.
Where are you?
I don’t expect him to respond. He never does to me.
“I’ve messaged him, but he’s not responding,” I tell Mike now.
“He’s not responding to me either. Where the hell is he? You were supposed to be watching over him while he did this stupid surfing competition thing.”
“I’m not his babysitter.”
Mike grunts. “Think again, Aurora. Think again.”
“I’ll let you know if I hear from him.”
“I’ll make some calls.” He hangs up without another word.
I’m not offended. I’m used to it. Mike doesn’t know the words hello, goodbye, thank you, or please for a start. At least he doesn’t use them with his assistants. With the bands he manages, however? He can kiss ass all day long and often does.
I’m dialing Stan to ask him if he knows what flight Jett was on when a message pops up.
He’s here.
I blow out a breath and set my phone down. Crisis averted. For now. There’ll be another one soon enough.
Soon enough?
The next crisis is here. Its headline is already written. Band’s PA sleeps with band member causing chaos in the band.
Causing chaos in the band? Please, Aurora. You are not that important .
Yes, I handle every little thing the members of Cash & the Sinners need but I’m not irreplaceable. Anyone could do my job.
Especially since all of the members except Jett are now in serious relationships and no longer need me to find them condoms at 4 a.m. or smuggle a woman out of a hotel room.
Time to update my resumé.