Rock Hard Love(28)

“Thanks but I seem to remember you fucked my brains out, Mr. Turner,” I replied using the formal term he so hated.

“Yeah, you were pretty submissive. I like that. But I like it when you get fired up too. I’ll have to figure out how to get you to take the reins and fuck me silly,” James said. I blushed again, something I did quite often around James, but the idea was appealing.

“Take me home and I’ll show you what I’m capable of,” I said calling his bluff but James only sighed.

“I can’t. I’m so tired. How about you let me grab a nap first? You can take the truck, go home and get some things. I’ll feel better when you get back,” James suggested.

“I’m not moving in,” I replied even though he hadn’t asked. I didn’t want him to misinterpret anything.

“I know, but seeing as you’re unemployed and all I figured you could spend a few days hanging out. I’ll take things slow. I know this is all a little too much right now,” he clarified.

“I can do that,” I said. James looked over and smiled. “You sure you trust me driving that beast of a pickup?” I teased him.

“You’re from Idaho. Didn’t your daddy have one?” he shot back.

“Yeah, but not like yours. I’ll try really hard not scratch the paint,” I joked and James grimaced dramatically making me laugh. When we finally made it to Malibu, James called the rental car company to pick up the car, one of the perks of being a famous rock star, I suppose. Afterwards, I tucked him into bed and told him I’d wake him up when I got back.

I drove home, showered and packed for a few days. I left Josie a note telling her I’d fill her in when I got home and not to worry about me. I knew it would kill her not to know all the details immediately, but she could wait and it would probably do her good. She told me she hadn’t spilled the beans about James and I and I believed her. However, I still figured the less people who knew the better. I still couldn’t figure out how Victoria had found out about James and me. Was she spying on me or did someone else tell her? Maybe she just assumed as she had about James staying with the agency. I guess it didn’t matter.

That was all over now and everything seemed to have worked out for the best. I guess I was Battery’s new agent and Peter was going to be taken care of, but I wasn’t clear on the details. James wasn’t using me and Victoria was still a raving bitch but at least the Fraulein had gotten a taste of her own medicine. I remembered her last words to us. She’d promised to ruin us, but what could she do? James could probably buy Roland outright and still have money left over. James was right too. Roland wasn’t the same agency it was when Samuel was running it. I’d heard that so many times and seeing the way Victoria operated, I knew it was true.

Victoria was a self-aggrandizing egomaniac. It wasn’t in her nature to listen to others or do as her clients requested and when the goodwill Samuel had engendered ran out, she’d find herself bankrupt. It was sad to think of her ruining her father’s legacy, but she deserved whatever she got. Maybe something would change that probable future, but I doubted it. She was too stubborn to listen to anyone and her ego wouldn’t allow her to change. Too bad but that was my past now and I had a great future to look forward to, even though it wasn’t anything like I’d imagined.

I finished packing and drove back to Malibu. James was already up when I arrived. He told me sleep was something he had learned to go without over the years. Apparently, touring wasn’t conducive to sleep, especially when you were partying with you band mates on the bus every night. I’d been gone for almost four hours so he got a decent nap anyway. Now he was hungry but all I wanted to do was to make good on my promise to fuck him silly. He wanted to go out instead.

“Are you just teasing me?” I asked as he turned me around and pushed me back out the door.

“Just keeping you guessing,” he said as he looked his truck over, even bending, licking his thumb and rubbing a spot on the front fender. “Just dust,” he reported and came to help me into my seat. My capri pants and tank made getting in and out much easier than my tight business skirts did.

“The fender’s fine, but there might be a dent in the tailgate,” I joked and James shot me a death stare and then laughed. Still, he walked around the back of the truck to check before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“You don’t joke about a man’s truck,” he warned jokingly.

“Just keeping you guessing,” I replied and got a raised eyebrow as we left to get an early dinner. I giggled as James threw the truck into gear and mashed the accelerator causing the tires to bark and then he laughed too.