Maid for the Rock Star(11)

Fifteen minutes later, when the hot water had run out and she'd buttoned herself into her work uniform, Audra stared critically at her reflection. Yes, the shadows under her eyes were almost darker than her irises. She needed a decent night's sleep in her own bed without worrying about rock stars, sleeping on their couches, drinking too much beer or...sweet dreams about sex with Jay Felix. She hoped Jay enjoyed his excursion today so much that he was too tired to call for maid service tonight.

As if it had heard her, Audra's wristband beeped, summoning her to Reception. She reached for her shoes.

Heloise stood at the reception desk, wearing a pink frangipani because the white ones blended into her fair hair.

"You paged me?" Audra waved her wrist in the air.

Heloise found the message. "The guest in Maxima will be bringing more people to the villa tonight. Can you make sure it's ready?"

"Sure thing. Did he mention what time?"

Heloise shrugged. "When the helicopter comes back. The pilot's the one who relayed the message from the mainland."

So the only warning she'd have would be the sound of the pearl farm's helicopter returning. Fine. She'd deal with Maxima first, then. Audra thanked Heloise and headed for the Pearls.





EIGHTEEN



"You want pancakes and a pint of beer?" the waitress repeated, puckering her lips like a puzzled duck.

Jason folded his arms behind his head, reclining in his seat. "That's right, babe. And extra syrup. I'm looking for a little more sweetness today." He winked, then realised his sunglasses hid his eyes. He thought about taking them off, but it was a bloody bright morning. Besides, if the girl couldn't even take his order properly, she didn't deserve a wink from a rock god.

Shaking her head, the waitress wandered back to the kitchen.

Jason shrugged. Her loss.

He resumed reading his newspaper, scanning for the story about Chaya's farewell concert, growing more and more annoyed as he kept turning pages and found no word of it. It should have been front-page news, but some plane crash had claimed that headline, and the paper was full of pictures of the wreckage and the people who'd been on board. He had enough bad news in his own life today – he didn't need to be depressed even more with stories of lives tragically cut short. In frustration, he tossed the paper onto another table. Maybe he'd have been better off staying at the resort.

The sweet smell of chocolate changed his mind as his pancakes arrived. Chocolate chip pancakes drowned in maple syrup with ice cream and a cherry on top, no less. Fuck, if they tasted half as good as they smelled, he'd have to stick them on his list of requirements for Chaya's next tour. Their final tour.

He stabbed the cherry with his fork, but somehow it slipped off before it made it to his mouth, splashing maple syrup everywhere. Swearing, he yanked off his syrup-smeared sunglasses and threw them down on the table. Fuck daylight. Fuck breakfast. Fuck hiding. No one knew who he was and soon Chaya would be nothing but a forgotten memory. He was nobody again.

"Oh my God, it's Jay Felix!" someone squealed.

Maybe not yet.

Jason found himself signing autographs and posing for photos with the group of backpackers who'd stopped in to grab breakfast on their way to the beach. One glance at the string bikinis barely covered by transparent shirts and skimpy shorts was enough to lift his spirits. And harden his resolve. A pack of fangirls to play with was exactly what he needed right now.

He invited them to join him for breakfast and grinned as two of them started fanning themselves. There had to be something wrong with that hotel maid. No one refused breakfast with a rock star.

He called the waitress over and insisted she arrange for a bigger table, more chairs and pancakes for everyone. And where was his beer?

Giggling washed over him like a bottle of shaken-up champagne. Balm to his rock star ego and enough to send his hangover away.

He lifted up the badly behaved cherry by its stalk. "Who wants me to a pop a cherry?"

Jason grinned as several of them blushed. He didn't care if girls were virgins or experts – he was their first rock star, enough to make any girl forget every other man she'd slept with. He selected a girl whose blush was so red it rivalled the fruit in his fingers. "Open your mouth," he purred, widening his grin as she obeyed, before popping the cherry inside. He paused while she ate it. "I like a girl who swallows."

More giggles erupted and he basked in their adoration. Almost as good as sex, though he was pretty sure he'd be getting that, too.





NINETEEN



Fresh towels, fresh linen, fresh milk, replacing the plundered contents of the refrigerator...Audra hummed to herself as she worked, wanting to make sure Maxima glowed like the pearl it was for Jay's VIP guests. Foreign VIPs gave tips, which were an always welcome addition to her income, and if she could get one or more of them to put in a good word for her with Annette, she'd be one step closer to the off-season position.

And perhaps Jay would conveniently forget that she'd fallen asleep in his house.

She set off the robotic vacuum cleaner in Maxima and headed to Albina to prepare it for tomorrow's guests. Albina had been booked for an executive retreat, she found, so she had to contact Engineering and IT to make sure they provided a long list of computer and communications requirements for the visiting executives.

Once the men started plugging in cables, talking about bandwidth and racks and some new game that had just been released, Audra escaped back to Maxima. One robot replaced another as she set off the one that mopped, listening out for the rotor blades of Jay's returning helicopter. Who would he bring? Other celebrities? Or the rest of the band, perhaps?

What if he brought the guitarist girl he wanted to win?

He'd rejected romance books and rubbished any suggestions she'd made, so Audra doubted the relationship between the two would change unless he did.

Though if he had a little help...

She contacted Catering and asked for a honeymoon supper package, delivered cold to the villa to be prepared at the right moment. Audra stuck the champagne in the fridge, alongside the tray of chocolate fondue, complete with instructions on how to heat the chocolate. The strawberries looked so perfect, Audra felt hard-pressed not to steal one, but she wasn't the one Jay would be romancing, so she closed the door firmly on temptation.

She took the rose petal bath mixture and massage oil to the bathroom, then changed her mind and left the oil in the master bedroom instead, adding it to the innocuous-looking, heart-shaped box of condoms and flavoured lubes.

Audra finished the romantic atmosphere with the addition of mood lighting – every battery-operated tealight she could gather, lined up along the edge of the spa, the flat surfaces in the bedroom and even on the lounge room coffee table. Pleased at her handiwork, she resolved to return at sunset to turn the little lights on.

For a moment, she wished a man would romance her half as well as she was helping Jay do for his mysterious woman. Audra hoped the girl appreciated it as much as she would.





TWENTY



As the afternoon sun turned its slanting rays into his eyes, Jason peered at the menu, trying to decide if he needed to eat something else with his next mango beer. His lunchtime steak sandwich had been a long time and several beers ago, but it wasn't really time for dinner yet. Besides, he didn't want to stay for dinner. He was hungry for something far hotter and tastier than food.

He'd narrowed his harem down to four girls, after some had deserted him to go to the beach or other tourist shit. Three blondes and one brunette, though he was pretty sure they were all natural brunettes. Not that he cared about their hair.

One of them seemed to be reading his mind, because she met his gaze and then slowly, deliberately, started sucking on her empty beer bottle. He felt his shorts grow tight as half the bottle vanished into her mouth.

Another girl's hand landed on his thigh, so close to his hard-on, he was certain she could feel the heat of it. "You're a big boy, Jay," she whispered. "Would you like some help taming that beast tonight?"

Jason flashed his best rock star smile. No girl could tame him, but he'd have a lot of fun letting her try.

"So is it true? Chaya's breaking up and it really is their last tour?"

Irritated, he glared at the girl who'd spoken, but she didn't seem to notice his displeasure.

The bottle came out of blowjob girl's mouth with an audible pop. "What? You're retiring? But we all love your music so much. You can't quit!"

"Don't you love your fans, Jay?" The hand on his thigh abruptly pulled away.

"Why do you want to retire?"

Fuck. He didn't want to retire. He wanted to be a rock star until the day he died, and enjoy good booze and good company every day of his life. Rock stars didn't talk about their fucking feelings to chicks; they just wanted to fuck to forget they had any feelings other than physical ones.

After a day of drinking himself into a state where he could forget about his impending retirement, now these bitches had brought his despair back with a vengeance. Well, fuck them. Or not. He wouldn't, anyway. They could go screw some of their backpacker buddies. Any desire he'd felt for these girls had died.

"I need a piss," he mumbled, jumping up. He swayed a bit, then righted himself and stumbled in the direction of the bar's bathrooms.

He relieved the considerable pressure in the men's room, glad that none of the nosy girls had had the guts to follow him in there.

"Hey, I know you. You're Jay Felix. Shit. Wow. Heard about your retirement, man. It must feel pretty awesome to be retiring at your age. What're you planning on doing? Shacking up with some hot sheilas and living it up for a bit?"