She scrubbed her face with both hands knowing she was going to cave. "Fine. I know someone who can guard my body."
"You know someone?"
"Yeah, my roommate is in security. As overprotective as he is, he'll totally get off on it." Having her best friend, Ethan, on tour with her would be fun. He'd help ease her nerves as well as protect her body.
"So you're signing on with us?"
"Fuck yeah, I am."
And then she was going to celebrate in a hot tub with Trey Mills.
Chapter 4
Trey leaned back against the edge of the hot tub and closed his eyes. He wondered if Reagan would actually stay true to her word or if she'd back out of their bargain. He couldn't quite figure her out. It unsettled him a little. He liked it a bit too much.
An excited squeal grew in pitch and volume from the hall in the house. Trey's eyes snapped open and, through the ballroom windows, he watched Reagan sprint down the hall and into the changing rooms that led to the pool area. She stopped beside the hot tub and shook a piece of paper as if it were a winning lottery ticket. "A one-year contract with chance of renewal," she yelled.
"Awesome."
"Money. More money than I could make in ten years."
"Exodus End is loaded."
Her gleeful smile faltered. "You don't care. You don't even know me." She pulled out a cell phone and pushed a button before jabbering into it at a million miles a minute. "Ethan. Ethan. Listen. I won the contest and-Yeah, yeah, I won. I just signed a contract with Exodus End. I'm going to be their rhythm guitarist on this year's tour." She paused while whoever Ethan was responded. "Yes, you told me so. You can gloat later." Trey should have known a woman like Reagan would be taken. He started to climb out of the hot tub. Reagan's eyes widened and she darted around the tub to push him back in. "Stay," she said.
Trey laughed and stood in the roiling water with his hands on both naked hips. Oh well. So he couldn't fuck her. He could still hang out with her as a friend. He liked her already. She was interesting. Different. Hot as hell. A great kisser. Why would she kiss him like that if she had a boyfriend?
"Do you want a job?" she said into her phone. "They want me to hire a personal bodyguard. You'd have to come on tour with me." She rolled her eyes. "No, that's not why. Just think about it, okay? It pays a lot, benefits and everything, but I can't talk right now. I've got a date in a hot tub with Trey Mills."
Date?
Reagan disconnected the call. She kissed her contract and then headed back into the changing room.
Now where was she going? Trey shook his head and returned to his seat in the hot tub. Reagan came back a moment later in her hot pink panties and white tank top. Okay, that was totally unfair. He couldn't be expected to think of her as a friend in that outfit. He couldn't think at all when he noticed the twin bumps of her nipples straining against her top.
"I didn't wear a bra today so I'll have to wear my shirt in the hot tub," she said when she noticed him ogling her. "Maybe I should just go topless."
He couldn't find words. He was too busy trying to register hers. She stepped in the hot tub and the water concealed her shapely legs from view. Damn, he was hard as granite already. If she went topless …
"You're right. I'm being silly," she said. "It's not like you've never seen a pair of tits before. Am I right? Mine aren't even that great."
Before he had the chance to confirm or deny her assumption, Reagan grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it off over her head. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell as she removed the tank top and threw it on the side of the hot tub. A grunt of protest escaped Trey as she sank into the water and hid those small globes of flesh with their tempting pink tips from view. He rubbed his tongue against the ridge of his upper teeth to curtail the urge to flick it over her nipples. Despite what she claimed, her breasts were perfect and he very much wanted to show her just how great he thought they were. Reagan sat beside him, within arm's reach, but not touching him. And while he figured he could probably pounce on her now and get down to business, something stopped him. He wanted to talk to her even more than he wanted to fuck her. Very bizarre. Mostly because he really, really wanted to fuck her.
"Dare said that Brian had a baby this morning," she said.
"Yeah, I never thought Brian would ever be able to push it out through such a little hole. It was fuckin' brutal."
She laughed and splashed water at him. "You know what I mean. His wife had a baby. Boy or girl?"