Chapter Fifteen
Gemma
I wish I really didn’t care what people think. I wish I could be the person I want to be. Most of all, I wish I could be his. -Gemma
“I’m so ready for all this to be over. I feel like I have a target on my back.” I look over my shoulder at Gabe.
He rubs my shoulders as I roll them back, trying to loosen up for my show.
“I fuckin’ hate that we haven’t gotten him yet, but I know we will.
The guys are stationed everywhere. We’re ready, Gemma.
We’re going to get him.” He pulls me in close and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Have I told you lately how fuckin’ hot you are in this bodysuit? ”
I pull back and do a twirl. “You like?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
I’m wearing a pink and gold bodysuit that clings to my every curve.
I love dancing in this thing. Under the bright lights on the stage, it shimmers, and I feel every bit the pop star.
It’s not a feeling I relish often because I get too stuck in the minutia of everything I have to do, but performing like this, in an outfit like this, reminds me of what I enjoy about my job.
That and the fact that I get to make my words come alive and sometimes, maybe, just maybe, affect someone’s life out there.
His green eyes gleam with want. “I fuckin’ love it, but I love you in anything, or nothing…” He cocks his head to the side. “How much will I ruin your makeup if I kiss you right now?”
I smile wide. “Well, this lipstick is supposed to be able to weather anything. Wanna see if the manufacturer can stand by their promise?”
“Hell, yes.” His husky voice is enough to cause a shudder of need to flow through me. I always want him so damn much. Will it always be this way?
He kisses me, gently at first, and then the usual desire takes over. It’s not long before the kiss is growing out of control and I’m ready to see if I can quicky undo part of this bodysuit. He gives a growl of frustration when he realizes there’s no easy fix to getting me out of it.
I just deepen the kiss and reach for the front of his slacks, feeling his large bulge straining against the material. He’s so hard, so ready to thrust inside me, and I’m so damn wet. Maybe we can…
A loud beeping sound finally breaks us apart. We’re both breathing heavily.
“What the hell is that?” I ask in a breathless voice.
He pulls his phone out of pocket. “Fucking Line 214,” he mutters in an annoyed voice.
“Shit,” he says succinctly as he looks down at the screen.
“I hope it’s nothing too bad.” Just as I’m about to let my mind take off with all the concerning things the alert could mean, a hard knock sounds at my dressing room door.
“Five minutes, boss!”
“Shit, I’ve got to go.” I take in the sight of my handsome bodyguard one last time before I walk out the door and take the stage. I can’t help but smirk. “You might want to take care of your, um, little problem before you go out the door.”
He glances down and grimaces. His erection is still straining against the fly of his pants.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Think of unsexy things like grandmas or…” I giggle, “my father catching us going at it in the hotel room.”
A half smile forms on his lips. “Yeah, that’ll about do it.” The look in his eyes softens as he looks at me. “Good luck, babe. I love you.”
I blow him a kiss as I open the door. “Good luck too, superhero. Love you more.”
I’m still smiling wide as I go out to huddle with my dancers and band before we go onstage. Who cares about a shitty stalker? I’ve got the best man in the world by my side.