Tom blew out his cheeks after Stu had left. The dude was an idiot. He knew about himself and Bay, though, clearly, and Tom wondered how. The disturbing thought that Stu might be following them – or stalking Bay – leaped to the forefront of his mind.
He pushed the thought away. Whether he liked or not, Bay was Stu’s meal ticket. He wouldn’t fuck that up. Would he?
***
Pete and Hank drove Bay home that night after plying her with food and drink and finally coaxing a smile out of her. Pete made sure she got to her door then hugged her. ‘Don’t worry about Kym. She’s mad at the world lately. That damn mother of hers didn’t help.’
Bay leaned against him. ‘I don’t think I did either.’
Pete kissed the top of her head. ‘Get some sleep, honey.’
He opened her door for her and she swayed inside before turning. ‘Petesh?’
He smiled at her slurred words. ‘Yes?’
She hiccupped gently. ‘I’m in love with Tom.’
Pete’s grin widened. ‘Tell me something I don’t know. Get into bed and call him.’
After Pete had gone, Bay filled a large glass of water and drained it, ferreting in the pantry for a bag of potato chips. She wandered around her tiny apartment and remembered what it had been like to swank around in Tomas’s hotel suite or screw like teenagers in the houseboat he was now living in. She grabbed her phone – booty calls? – then shoved it deep into her bag. She didn’t want to mess with his head and there was always a risk of him rejecting her – and she wouldn’t blame him.
She turned to go the bedroom when there was a knock at the door. She squinted at the clock. Just after one a.m. A strange fluttering excitement started in her belly. Maybe he’d been thinking the same thing…
She opened the door and groaned. Stu. ‘What the hell are you doing here? It’s one a.m. Come to tell me I’m a diva? Cause your girlfriend already covered that.’
Stu smiled then before she could react, he pushed into the flat, slamming the door behind him. ‘We need to have a little talk.’
Her heart pounding, Bay backed away from him. ‘Stu, get the hell out of here.’
He ignored her and sat down at the kitchen table, crossing his legs. Bay, still drunk, felt a prickling fear crawling over her skin. The alcohol made her movements uncoordinated and awkward. Keep him calm. She sat down at the other end of the table. Stu smiled, victorious.
‘Now,’ he leaned forward, ‘here’s the deal. I worked long and hard to get Quartet to come see the band. I brought Tomas Meir, the fucking CEO to Seattle. Everything is perfect then you spread your legs for him and suddenly it’s all about you.’
Bay stood, steadying herself on the table. ‘Get out of my apartment, Stu, or I’ll call the police. Whatever I do in my private life is noth – ‘
In a flash, he had her by the throat, ramming her up against her kitchen cabinets. Her head slammed back against a handle but she didn’t feel the pain – the terror of his hand closing around her neck kept everything else at bay. He pushed his face against hers. She could smell liquor, cigarettes.
‘Do not fuck this up for me, Bay, or by God, you’ll regret it.’
She met his gaze, anger as well as fear now. ‘Get your hands off me, you fucking creep.’
It was over in a second. Smiling he drove his fist into her stomach. It was quick but the force of his blow made it feel like her stomach was exploding, taking her breath away. She cried out in agony, and as he let her go, she slumped to the floor, trying desperately to drag oxygen into her body. Every breath was agony. Gasping, she looked up at him. Stu smiled.
‘That’s nothing to what I’ll do if you screw this up. Now, I expect you to concentrate on the band from now on. I don’t care if you have to suck Meir’s cock to do it, but get this band to the top of the charts. I’ve put in too much time to lose out now.’
After he left, she scampered to the door and double-locked it, sliding to the floor, harsh sobs racking her body. She could barely believe what had just happened. Her throat felt raw, from Stu’s fingers, from her own hoarse cries.
Eventually, she managed to crawl to bed and curled up under the comforter. Everything in her body screamed at her to call Tomas, call the police, call anyone.
But there was no-one. She had pushed Tom away and why would the police believe her? They’d write her off as just another drunk.
She turned over in bed and looked at the photo of Ravi. His merry dark eyes, the same shade of violet as hers, sparkled out of the photo, his dark curls, his dark honey skin. Bay shook her head, feeling the tears coming again. ‘Why did you leave me alone?’ she whispered to her long dead brother.
But as always, of course, there was only silence.
***
There was an awkward atmosphere in the studio the next day. Bay and Kym didn’t look at each other and Pete tried in vain to get some flow to the work but nothing was happening. Eventually, he grabbed them and made them look at each other.
‘We have this amazing opportunity and you two are acting like…I’m going out for a half hour. When I get back, we’re going to make some freakin’ music or I’m done. Got it?’
For a few moments, they sat in silence then Bay said, ‘I love it when Pete goes ham on us.’
Kym’s mouth twitched up at the corner and she met Bay’s gaze. They burst out laughing and Bay felt relief flooding through her. Kym threw herself at her friend and they embraced, hugging each other tightly.
‘I’m so sorry, Bubba,’ Kym mumbled into her hair, ‘I was such a bitch.’
‘I’m sorry too, I knew I shouldn’t have done that record.’
Kym sat back and wiped her eyes. ‘That’s crap, it’s an amazing song. I’m sorry that I took what my mom said out on you.’
‘She can be a douche.’
Kym laughed again. ‘I know and I know she didn’t mean it. I know this because a very large check arrived two days after that interview.’
Bay shook her head. ‘One day, she’ll realize that she had an amazing daughter and if she’d just spent a little more time – ‘
‘Yeah,’ Kym said sadly. ‘Maybe that will happen but I won’t wait for that day.’
Bay looked down at her hands. ‘Tom and I are taking a break. I thought it best.’
‘Oh, Bay…god…’ Kym sat down next to her friend. ‘I’m so sorry what I said. I’m really happy you’ve found someone – ‘
‘That’s just it. I can’t, Kym, I can’t get involved with him. When we started it was agreed – just sex, no strings. But, and it happened so fast, I got attached and as soon as I did, I got scared. Scared of losing him. Scared of not being able to cope if I got more involved.’
‘You fell for him?’
Bay nodded. ‘Hard. And I’m just not ready.’
‘Ravi?’
‘Yes. It’s been nearly two years and I can’t get past it, it chokes me, the fear of letting someone that close then losing them.’ Bay nudged Kym with her shoulder. ‘Of course, I’ve tried to get rid of you too but you just keep hanging around.’
Kym grinned at her friend. ‘Like a bad smell.’
‘Eww.’
‘Sorry.’
Bay sighed. ‘Well, come on, let’s just get something down. You got any ideas?’
‘A ton. Been scribbling in this -,’ Kym held up a battered notebook, ‘since I was sixteen.’
‘And you didn’t show me?’ Bay faked being hurt and Kym laughed.
‘I do have some secrets.’
Bay looked at her friend, wanting to say the words, wanting to tell her about what Stu had done to her but…Kym looked so exhausted, so worn down she couldn’t do it.
Pete saved her from making a decision. When he saw them hugging, he beamed.
‘Nice save, boss,’ Bay high-fived him as Kym picked up her guitar and smiled at them both.
‘Let’s get things rockin’.’
This time, it was the three of them in Quartet’s boardroom facing not just the four p
artners but an invited audience of recording industry honchos and music press – and they were performing live. Even the normally stoic Pete was sweating. Bay thought she might throw up and Kym was a shade of green that had no name in the English language. Bay caught Tomas’s eye and smiled hesitantly. He grinned back, complete guilelessly as if they hadn’t been avoiding each other for the past two months as The 9th & Pine worked on new material. They’d spoken a few times on the phone, a couple of times late at night when their conversations were loaded with unspoken yearning and I miss you’s.
Tom winked at her and gave a little nod and suddenly Bay felt a new confidence. Rocky and Emily had come up to Seattle and they were huddled at the back of the room, waving and grinning.
Tom stood up to introduce the band. ‘Thanks for coming, everyone, it’s an exciting day for all of us, especially Quartet Records. We don’t get the opportunity enough in this business to really nurture raw talent, such is the norm now to harvest acts from Disney and Nickelodeon, or sweep up the rejects from reality shows. That’s why it’s such an incredible feeling when you see true, inherent talent just waiting for their shot. That’s what I felt when I saw The 9th & Pine for the first time. These three musicians – Kym Clayton on guitar, a second-generation rock star who decided to hone her craft rather than take advantage of the fact her parents are Charlie and Mac Clayton.’ He nodded and smiled at Kym, who flushed with pleasure. ‘Pete Espinoza on drums – ‘Tom turned to grin at Pete, ‘Sasquatch and skins man extraordinaire, and finally, Baijayanthi Tambe, pianist and owner of the finest vocals this side of Adele and as of this morning – ‘He paused, shared a grin with Rocky, ‘-platinum selling artist.’
Bay’s eyes widened as the room burst into applause. Kym grinned at her and Pete battered his drums. Tom held up his hands for quiet.
‘So, enough from me. Ladies and gentlemen…The 9th & Pine.’
***
Tom motioned for the waitress and ordered more Cristal champagne. The V.I.P. area of the club was sweaty and hot as they celebrated the success of the showcase.
‘They were blown away,’ Tom told them now as they leaned in to hear him over the music. ‘We’ll start hearing stuff in the press now, really building up momentum so now is the time where you need to start thinking about putting together eleven or twelve tracks for a record.’
‘We’ll put out a couple of taster tracks soon,’ Dash interjected, ‘so we don’t waste the effect of Bay’s single with Rocky. Tom tells me you and Rocky have discussed her appearing on the album?’
Bay nodded. ‘But only if Kym and Pete are okay with that.’
‘We are,’ said Kym as Pete nodded his ascent. They chatted some more with Dash but Bay, very aware of Tom sitting next to her, his big thigh against hers, could think of little else but the warmth of his body heat, the way his eyes roamed over her body, the rhythmic stroking of his hand on her back. She met his gaze, her chest tight, her belly quivering, a frantic pulse beating between her legs. God, she had missed that face, that mouth on her body, those eyes looking deep into hers. I want you so badly…
Tom smiled as if he could read her mind then leaned in, his lips at her ear. ‘There’s an office upstairs – the manager’s a good friend of mine. Excuse yourself in two minutes and meet me there.’
He got up before she could answer and she followed his progress across the dancefloor. He didn’t look back. Her mouth hitched up at the corner. He was so sure, so confident.
And completely right. She got up – the others were still deep in conversation and no one paid her any attention. She slipped to the side of the club and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, a huge bodyguard was blocking the way and she hesitated. He smiled down at her.
‘Miss Tambe?’
She nodded and he stood aside to let her pass. ‘End of the corridor, ma’am.’
She thanked him, suddenly nervous. Had Tom planned all of this? She had a bemused grin on her face as she pushed the door to the office open – and gasped. A multitude of candles flickered in the room, the overhead lights all shut-off.
‘Tom?’
She felt him behind her. ‘Don’t turn around.’
Her breath quickened, excitement mixed with wanton desire. Tom bent his head and kissed her bare shoulder, his fingers trailing around her waist. ‘You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Baijayanthi, too damn long. Are you mine?’
The sensation of his lips on her skin, his hands on her body was intoxicating. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, leaning into him, feeling his lips move to her neck, around to her throat, his fingers at the zipper of her dress, pulling it down.
He stripped her slowly, dropping her dress to the floor and she felt his tongue trace a line down her spine. She shivered and he chuckled, a low, sensual sound. His teeth nipped at her earlobe as she heard him pull down his tie. A moment later, he wrapped the fabric around her eyes.
‘Do you trust me?’
She nodded. He unclasped her bra, slid her panties off and ran a fingertip from her throat down to her navel. ‘God, you’re beautiful.’ She felt him part her legs with his hand and a second later his mouth was on her sex. Bay gasped as he lashed his tongue around her clit, the soft peach of her labia, biting down on the tender parts of her. She swayed, her breath hitching and shaking, her fingers tangled in his dark hair.
He brought her to an almost unbearable climax and her body rocked, her limbs liquefying as it ripped through her. Tom caught her as her legs gave way and laid her gently onto the desk. He pushed the tie away from her eyes and kissed her deeply, his entire focus on her. The fact he was fully dressed while she was naked was thrilling her in a way she never expected; to be totally at his mercy was without a doubt the most erotic experience she’d had.
Tom stroked her face then stood. ‘Touch yourself, my darling, stroke your beautiful body for me while I undress.’
Bay slipped a hand between her legs, felt how hot and swollen she was and when Tom began to undress, slipping easily out of his suit, and fisting the root of his already engorged cock as he approached her, she felt a warm rush of arousal and moaned. Tom grabbed his tie and tied her hands above her head, pushing her legs apart with his feet as the hot length of his cock lay against her belly.
‘I want you,’ she moaned, desperate to feel him inside her but he smiled and shook his head.
‘You kept me waiting, Bay…’
She groaned and writhed in anticipation but he just laughed. He spent his time, kissing her entire body from her throat down, biting down on her nipples to the point of pain, burying his face in her belly. His hand was on her sex, stroking, exciting until she felt red raw with need and only then did he slowly – too slowly – slide his hard thick length into her.
‘Oh god,’ she shuddered as he filled her, deep, to the root of his cock. So controlled he slowly moved in and out of her until she screamed at him to please, please fuck her harder…
Tom’s hips slammed against her, brutal strokes, driving into her with such great force she thought she might be thrown from the desk. Instead, his hands, clamped on hers, kept her steady as he drove into her. She came, shuddering and gasping, and when a second later, he groaned, he pulled out and came on her belly, shooting thick streams of creamy white cum on her skin.
They tumbled to the floor of the office and Bay straddled him, wanting more and more, guiding his still hard cock back inside of her, riding him. He smiled up at her as she rode him, freeing her hands, his own hands on her breasts, squeezing and plumping them, his big thumbs stroking a rhythm across her hard and sensitive nipples.
Finally, they collapsed to the floor, exhausted, sated, happy. Tom propped himself up on his elbow and watched her as she caught her breath. He admired the way her belly undulated as she breathed, her breasts rising and falling, the soft blush in her cheeks cool from hot scarlet to a rosy glow.
She grinned up at him. ‘You own this club, don’t you?’
Tom inclined his head. ‘Possibly.’ He bent to kiss her. ‘God, I
have missed you, your face, your body, the way you laugh.’
‘Me too,’ she said gently. ‘I’m sorry I pushed you away, I didn’t mean too. I panicked.’
‘Why?’
She sighed. ‘Kym and I were going through a rough time – the first time our friendship was ever called into question. And there was the fact that I was falling for you. That scares me, Tom, I cannot tell you how much.’
Tom was quite for a moment. ‘Is this something to do with your brother?’
She nodded. ‘He didn’t die in a car wreck, Tom, he deliberately drove his car into a wall. And I never saw it coming.’
‘Jesus.’ He gathered her into his arms but she remained dry-eyed. ‘I was scared of ever feeling like I did that day again and I know how ridiculous and childish that sounds but it is what it is.’
‘Bay, I’m not going anywhere. And as for our ‘no strings’ thing, that was null and void for me the minute I kissed you. I just didn’t want to crowd you.’
She stroked his face. ‘You were so patient.’
‘How long have you kept this all in?’
Bay shrugged. ‘I’m not anymore. Thanks to you, my darling Tomas.’ She kissed him then fell back again. ‘I’m exhausted.’
Tom drew the back of his hand down the length of her body. ‘What a shame…I had plans for you for the rest of the night.’
Bay considered and smiled as Tom moved his body on top of hers. ‘I’m sure I could stay awake for that…. oh god, yes…. yes…’
***
‘Bumbershoot.’
Roman and Tom looked at each other and then back at Dash. ‘Huh?’
Dash grinned at his friends and partners. ‘Bumbershoot. The music festival, Seattle’s largest, it’s perfect. We can get the 9th on the bill, I’m sure, yeah they’ll be low down on the bill but they’re already creating buzz. It’s the perfect debut.’
Roman pushed his uneaten eggs away from him. ‘You’re the marketing whiz,’ he said. ‘When is it?’
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