Princely Passions 2(38)

She looks at me skeptically and I can tell she’s trying to do the math in her head—am I really interested in her?

Yeah. I am. I don’t want to freak her out though.

I really, really wish I could remember what happened the other day. That tantalizing question plays around the edges of my mind. Did we fuck? Did she run her gorgeous mouth up and down my cock? Did I pull her hair as I fucked her from behind?

I don’t know.

And that is slowly driving me insane.

“Hold on, you’re in a bar,” Gisele says, looking at me, wide-eyed with fear. “Aren’t you tempted to drink? Should we leave? I don’t want you to fall off the wagon just because of me!”

I shrug. “With the pills, it’s not hard to keep it under control. I can tell you’re drinking a bourbon—nice choice by the way—and so yeah, the urge is there, but I’m fine. I can deal with a little temptat—”





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Gisele





“It’s kinda creepy,” Kathy says, staring at him. He grins vacantly back at her.

“Don’t be like that,” he says cajolingly. “I can’t help staring at cute girls.”

Kathy giggles, and my hackles on the back of my neck rise. Hold on, why is he flirting with my best friend? He should be flirting with me!

I grab his arm possessively. “You looked really good up there on stage tonight,” I say. Which is the truth, but I’ll admit it – I am telling him because I want him paying attention to me.

He looks up at me with soulful eyes and whispers, “You look good every night.” I try not to roll my eyes. It’s a pretty OTT thing to say and I know that he doesn’t mean it, his drugged-up mind is saying it, but a tiny part of me gets a little shiver of delight at his words.

I didn’t realize I was such a sucker for cheesy lines until now. Or maybe it’s just cheesy lines being said by Stone, I don’t know.

“Well, we should get going,” Ashley says loudly, pulling on Kathy’s arm, yanking her into an upright position. “Good to meet you, Stone.” She drags Kathy off over Kathy’s protestations, and I silently thank Ashley for that. I’ll have to do something amazing for her as a thank-you gift later.

“Where are they going in such a hurry?” Stone asks, staring at their retreating forms, Kathy turning back and waving at him as Ashley drags her away. She, on the other hand, is going to get coal in her Christmas stocking this year, if I have to track down a coal distributor myself.

“Oh, just had to head home,” I say lightly, waving my hand in the air dismissively. “So your pill – did you take it after the show?”

“I did!” he exclaims, surprised. “How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” I say with a naughty grin. “So Stone, whaddya say about visiting those bathrooms again tonight?”

“You have to go pee?” he asks.

“Nope, but I think you’re going to like what I do have in mind. C’mon.”



I’m still reeling from that performance. Stone, live, singing like that? I mean, I like music. I like music a lot and I’ve been to a lot of gigs. Huge concerts, intimate little performances at Chateau Marmont. But this? Stone? Singing that song, and putting my name in it, and looking at me. In a really obvious way looking at me so that everyone in that room knew that he was talking about me. Singing those lyrics to me? My heart hasn’t stopped racing since. This all feels so surreal. It's almost like I’m in a very strange, foggy dream instead of really present in this club. The dark mood lighting and eerie feel that all clubs have, it really doesn’t help with that, you know?

But after that performance Stone just gave, I’m feeling emboldened. I want to take a risk, take a chance, and take a leap down the rabbit hole and see where it leads. Doubts weren't what got me anywhere with Stone in that hotel room. That was pure going with the flow, something I almost never do because I'm a control freak in just about every aspect of my life. But being with Stone forced me to let go ... and it wasn't that bad at all.

Who am I kidding? It's the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

I couldn’t help but get coy with him for just a moment. Like, how does he not know what I’m up to right now when I tell him we’re going to the bathroom? He’s following me and his hand is in mine and I look at him … holy shit I've never seen a man so good looking. Stone's body takes my breath away. What he does to my body makes my heart beat so damn fast, I could be having a heart attack. I take his hand and pull him back to the bathrooms. I feel like there's a rising tide of fire in my veins. I'm a pretty intense gal but this feels like the boldest, most confident move I've made. I can't help but go crazy for Stone. I guess I'm letting that Guitar God thing go to my brain because I'm having a total slut moment. I drag him back to the bathrooms.