I raise an eyebrow at her, “I told you call me Jordon. For crying out loud, I’m a Rock Star, not a fucking Wall Street tight ass.”
“Sorry, Jordon.” She says giving me a flirty grin. God, every woman on the planet but Brittan wants my fucking dick. “I have your two lattes, but I wasn’t sure what kind of muffins Brittan liked, so I got blueberry and chocolate chip. I figured she has to like one of the two.”
Smiling down at her, I fish a hundred out of my wallet and hand it to her. “That sounds perfect. Thanks again for running out so early in the morning for me.”
I’m able to set up the tiny breakfast area with the lattes and muffins before Brittan finally emerges from the bathroom. She’s showered and has her fire red hair in a messy bun on top of her head.
I think my heart just stopped and then started again as I take in the sight of Brittan wearing boy short panties and a tight tee. A ghost of a smile creeps across my lips as her eyes land on mine.
Her mouth makes an O shape and she screams, “Holy shit, Jordon!” while trying to tug her very tiny tee down.
I kick my foot up on my knee and stretch my arms out along the bench seat as I relax against in the booth. Her sudden shyness is adorable and is making my dick stir to life in my jeans. I let out a low raspy laugh, “I don’t know why you’re all of a sudden all bashful. It’s not like I haven’t been up close and very personal with what’s under those adorable leopard panties of yours.”
Plopping down across from me, she furrows her brows as she snatches the latte from in front of me, “Sorry, I’m a little more self-conscious when I’m not drunk.”
“Well with a body like that, you should never feel self-conscious because, I swear on this blueberry muffin,” I actually got a small smile out of her with that one, “You have the hottest body to ever grace this earth…and believe me, I’ve seen my fair share. So you need to take my word for it.”
Breaking off a piece of her chocolate muffin she’s been nibbling on she chucks a chunk of it at my head and lets out the cutest little laugh, “You’re such a pig. But thanks…I guess.”
“You’re welcome. Now that you’re caffeinated, is it safe to ask you about last night without being kicked in the baby makers and tossed out on my ass?” I ask as I sip my latte, and prepare myself for a Brittan bitch slap.
Brittan doesn’t speak for a few moments; she just stares down at her muffin while scooping whipped cream off of her latte and licking it off her finger.
Fuck. I am trying to be Mr. Concerned, but it’s really hard when she is doing shit that’s making me hard.
Now I know why guys and girls aren’t normally ‘just friends.’
Finally, she speaks, and I hold my breath as I wait for her response, “I figured it was you who cleaned up my bedroom. Anyone else and my ass would’ve been on the next flight back to Malibu.”
Leaning forward, I prop my elbow on the table and rest my head in my hand, “Yeah, I woke up before you did so I figured it’d be best if I cleaned it up, rather than leave a reminder of the mistake you made last night.”
Dropping her head, she slides her hands slowly over her face and lets out a long sigh, “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I was doing so good.” Her words come out defeated. It’s killing me to see her beating herself up like this. “Now I have to tell my sponsor I fucked up. Tell her how I knew I still had coke hidden on my bus after I swore it was all gone.”
“What are they going to do once they find out you used drugs again?”
Finally, she lifts her gaze back up to mine, “I hope I can stay on tour because I’d hate to cancel the remainder of it. My fans deserve to see what they paid for. Without them, I wouldn’t be living my dream.”
Her honesty is blowing me away. I don’t know who this Brittan is, but I’m liking her more and more by the minute. The Brittan I first met wouldn’t bat an eyelash as she lied and said whatever she thought I wanted to hear. As long as it meant I would stop asking questions and leave her alone.
Reaching out I take her hand into mine, I pause a second to see if she’ll pull it away. A smile curls up at the corner of my mouth when she doesn’t.
“Tell you what; we’ll keep last night’s misjudgment between us. You have to promise me the next time you even think about getting high you will text me.”
I hope this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.
A look of shock flashes across her face, “Are you serious?”
Nodding my head yes, I add one more stipulation, “I think I should stay with you on the bus from now on, until we finish our tour to make sure you stay true to your word.” Before she can protest, I press my finger against her lip, “Nah, ah, ah…one more thing, if there is a drop of coke hidden on this bus, I want you to go get and it so we can flush it down the toilet.”