by J. A. Low
“Evan, what the fuck?” Sienna yells, as her hot little ass hits the leather of the limousine’s seat.
“I am tired and ready to go home.”
Frowning, she huffs a little more before we’re joined by the pissed off screams of Vanessa and Isla. Their grievance apparent with Christian and Finn.
“We were just having fun,” Isla whines, fiddling with something in her bag.
“So it’s okay for you boys to have girls all over you, but when we get some attention you haul us all away like fucking cavemen. We are not your women to do this to,” Vanessa fumes.
“Exactly, you boys had perfectly willing women in your laps all night, you didn’t have to grab three unwilling ones.” Sienna seethes while crossing her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits.
Focus Evan.
We all looked at each other, confused at the girls’ anger.
“Don’t forget you ladies work for us and when we say we are ready to go home, that means we are ready to go home.” I stated. Pulling the boss card felt like a dick move but it was all I had without exposing the thoughts swirling in my head.
The other two boys agreed. Pulling out my phone I text Finn and Christian because the silence in the car was deafening.
Evan: So … interesting ride.
Christian: I don’t get why the girls are pissed?
Finn: I didn’t like the way those men were looking at them.
Evan: What the hell got into them tonight?
They both look up from their phones and shrug at me.
Finn: Something going on between you and those girls?
I raise my eyebrow at Finn, like he can talk.
Evan: Same thing that is going on between you and Isla.
Finn’s head pops up. “Nothing.” He shouts, causing everyone’s heads to turn to him like he has some form of Tourette’s. Looking at his phone he’s furiously typing again.
Finn: nothing is going on between Isla and me.
Christian and I look at him, letting him know we are not convinced.
Finn: Oscar will kill me.
Now we are getting somewhere.
Christian: She’s had a thing for you since we were kids. You can’t tell me nothing has ever happened.
Finn looks at us and nodded. The poor guy just confessed that he has messed around with his best friend’s baby sister – the one who is totally off limits to all of us, and has been off limits all our lives.
Christian: Secrets safe bro.
Finn visibly relaxes.
Finn: So u and Nessa???
Christian rolls his eyes before looking over at where she was sitting huddle with Sienna and Isla having their own conversation.
Christian: The night of our house party, she busted her toy boy with his co-star and I tried to cheer her up.
Evan: Fuck.
Christian nods at both of us.
Christian: She’s my best friend, it shouldn’t have happened, everything is weird now.
He and Vanessa were tight, it shouldn’t have happened, they each have so much to lose. I had a feeling they would have hooked up at some point.
Evan: May have done the same thing with Sienna.
They both looked at me shocked and quickly started typing again.
Finn: Shit.
Christian: Fuck! Vanessa will kill you if she finds out, she warned you.
Evan: It’s over now, we said while we were in LA then once the tour starts no more.
The boys both look at me with smug looks on their faces.
Christian: How’s that turning out for ya?
Evan: As good as you two.
Nodding to each other – the three of us were fucked.
The girls jump out of the car first, racing to the door of the house. They stomp up the stairs. Each of us boys gives the other a smirk, and start heading towards our rooms, none of us wanting to deal with the wrath of these women any longer. Sienna’s door is shut as I make my way up the stairs. I’m tempted to knock, instead I stand there for a moment until the door flies open and there’s Sienna in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts. Fuck!
“Evan,” she says, surprised to see me standing out the front of her door. There is a fire in her eyes. “This will save me a visit to your room. We had an agreement we would be just friends. You don’t see me cock-blocking you; you didn’t see me making a scene in front of those girls. I left you alone; I let you do your thing because that is what we both promised each other. I don’t appreciate you sneaking off when you are with another girl making men around me uncomfortable by whatever intimidation tricks you were using. Keep your fucking hands to yourself and don’t ever try and cock-block me again, okay?”
She is breathing hard, her face flushed but she is right. I may have said something to the men she was dancing with. I may have sent them on their way, only because they didn’t deserve her. They were douchebags and they wouldn’t treat her right. She was right, she didn’t get up in the brunette’s face, she didn’t give me death stares, she kept up her end of the bargain. Maybe she isn’t affected by our time together as much as I am. Running my hand over my head, I feel depleted. Fuck, maybe she’s just not that into me. Rejection … now that’s a new concept. I shouldn’t have assumed anything, especially the fact that she is newly single and may get too attached to me. But most women do. This time it was me. I had become attached. “You’re right, Sienna.”
Shock crosses her face; she frowns before quickly hiding it with a smile. Heading towards her door, she turns and continues. “Good, as long as you understand. It’s going to be a long tour and this is only day one.”
Nodding, I reply, “I didn’t like the way those men were looking at you. I didn’t like the way those men were touching you.” My confession lets her know why I did what I did.
She lets out a sigh. “Don’t think for one second that seeing you with that woman didn’t hurt me; that I didn’t want to rip her hands off you.”
A growl came out of my mouth at her words. She can’t say something like that to me and just walk away. “Sienna,” I breathe. My whole body tenses as I try to hold myself back. All I want to do is open the door, pick her up, throw her onto the bed and have my way with her again.
“Evan,” she exhales. The way she says my name sends chills over my body.
Taking a step forward towards her, my body is on high alert. I want her.
She keeps the door between us like a shield.
“Friends, that’s what we agreed. Don’t worry, I’ll get used to it, seeing you with other women,” Sienna whispers.
No, no, I don’t want her to get used to me being with other women because then that means I have to get used to her being with other men and that’s not what I want. But like a pussy, I let her say goodnight and close the door.
It was an uneasy truce between Evan and me. Luckily the tour was in full swing so most of our days were spent dressing the boys for a million interviews they had in each new city. We were always busy, collecting and distributing clothes sent in from fashion labels for each of the boys as well as dressing them in between shows. The first dress rehearsal went horribly wrong. Trying to get their clothes off when they are covered in sweat was not easy. Arms and legs getting caught, people falling over each other – it was so embarrassing. Eventually we got it together by the time the concert came around. Stripping Evan down to his underwear was hardly noticeable after a while. Who am I kidding? I noticed.
We had made our way through the UK, stopping in Edinburgh then Dublin for a couple of nights. Of course, the parties after each show were excruciating; watching the women all over Evan made me sick. But I tried to ignore it most nights. Derrick would always remind us of our European buffet of men – that kept me entertained enough to ignore the revolving women going through Evan’s door each night. No mistaking the walk of shame in the morning when it is thrown in your face as you eat your breakfast.
We arrived in Spain today. My old friend Yvette, who is a famous Spanish fashion designe
r, now living in Paris, has organized for me to catch up with her brother, Sebastien, who I haven’t seen in ages. He’s a famous European chef, an enormous celebrity in Spain. We are going to catch up tonight at the after party. I haven’t seen him since his very public divorce – it will be fun to catch up.
***
“You look smoking Sisi,” Derrick whispers in my ear as we arrive at the after party.
I am wearing a gold sequin mini dress. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and I blow dried my hair straight for a change. The club was already full with beautiful people. On our arrival, the hostess showed us to our area and made sure the boys had everything before disappearing. It wasn’t long until people started to come by and say hello to the band. Photos were taken, autographs given, body parts groped – just a typical night with Dirty Texas.
“Fuck, I love Spain,” Derrick declares, with a smile as he looks around the room.
He was right, they all looked like they had stepped from the pages of GQ magazine. The men definitely knew how to dress.
“Come on, let’s dance,” Derrick says, grabbing my arm, pulling me onto the dance floor with Isla and Vanessa.
Hands snake around my waist during the night and a hard body pushes up against my back.
“Sienna.” The accented voice whispers into my ear.
Quickly turning around, there stood Sebastien. I wrap my arms around his neck giving him a welcoming hug.
“It’s so good to see you,” I say, getting lost in his dark chocolate eyes.
“It’s good to see you as well.” He takes a step away from me, giving me the once over, making me blush. “Looking beautiful as always,” he compliments.
Sebastien is always dressed to perfection. Tonight he is dressed in a navy blazer, white shirt and dark jeans. His hair has grown out since I last caught up with him; he had a sexy five o’clock shadow on his square jaw, and he smelt delicious.
“Um … hello.” Derrick taps Sebastien on the shoulder.
“How could I forget you, Derrick?” He smiles, giving him a man hug on the dance floor.
“And who are your friends?” Derrick eyes the two men behind Sebastien, earning himself a chuckle.
“Of course, this is Javier and Antonio.” He introduces the equally gorgeous men to us.
Isla and Vanessa’s eyes widen at Sebastien’s friends.
“Come on, let’s dance,” Derrick grins, pushing the two of us together as he spins around away from us.
“Do you mind?” Sebastien asks, putting his hands on my waist.
“Of course not,” I reply, resting my hands on his shoulders, dancing to the music a little awkwardly at first but as the night continued we both relaxed and we were dirty dancing with each other by the end of the night.
“Come on, let’s grab a seat and a drink, I’m parched,” Derrick says, leading us off the dance floor through the club. Sebastien is holding my hand as we make our way through the crowd. Sitting down at the booth next to Dirty Texas, I slide in first with Sebastien taking up a spot beside me. Derrick sits on the other side of him and his friends fill out the rest of the booth with the girls. Our hostess comes over placing bottles in the middle of the table for us.
“Divorce suits you both,” Derrick states.
“I am so sorry to hear about your divorce, Sienna; Yvette told me all about it,” he consoles, putting his hand on my bare thigh, sending sparks all over my body.
“Must be the year for it, I am sorry about yours as well.”
Sebastien just shrugs. “It is what it is. But now I look forward, I do not have time for ex-wife drama.”
“I agree, it’s their loss,” I confirm. We all raise our glasses in a toast to being single. Looking at Sebastien, I get lost in his chocolate eyes for a moment; my body starts to react to his attention.
“So, you are touring with rock stars?” Sebastien asks.
“Yeah, Vanessa offered me a job styling the boys and I took it. Who wouldn’t want to visit Europe?” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
“Or hang out with rock stars,” he responds, giving me a wink.
“They’re pretty normal outside of the craziness,” I smile. “Like you can talk, you’re like a rock star of the culinary world.”
Sebastien laughs. “I am never going to live that interview down, am I?”
“What, you don’t like being named Bad Boy of food?”
Groaning he adds, “Please no, I am nothing like that. But now I am single my agent wants me to play it up for my media profile.”
Giving his shoulder a nudge, I admit, “I’m just joking, Yvette and I had a great laugh about it.”
“My sister is taking great delight in my misfortune. Will you see her?” He asks.
“Yes of course, when we go to Paris. I can’t wait to see her again.” At that moment, I can feel his thumb rubbing circles on my leg, making my skin react with goosebumps.
“I’m happy you organized tonight, It’s good to see you again, Sienna, under different circumstances,” he says, smiling at me as if he is about to devour me.
Leaning in closer and ever so slowly, I whisper, “It’s good to see you again too, Sebastien.” I take a sip of my champagne to steady my nerves.
Sebastien’s forehead falls onto my shoulder, a light bite against my skin before his lips touch my ear. “I have always thought you were a beautiful woman, Sienna. I, of course, respected our partners.”
Hearing his confession made my stomach somersault. For the first time, a man has made me forget about Evan and what he was doing tonight. “Really?” I breathe, turning my head, our mouths inches apart, I could feel his body heat against mine.
Sebastien’s eyes dipped to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Yes.”
Nervously I take another sip of my champagne.
“I have always found you very attractive and that accent of yours; ahhh, it does things to me.”
Funny, because I was thinking the same about his. I finish my glass of champagne not knowing what to say, my heart is racing, my body tingling. I must have sat in silence too long.
Sebastien pulls away out of my personal space. “Forgive me, Sienna, I am to forward.”
Grabbing his arm, I disagree, “No, no, you weren’t …” My hand still wrapped around his thick wrist I try to continue what I was saying. “I’m … it’s just …”
“New,” he says, finishing my sentence.
“Yeah, I forget that I am single and that I can talk and flirt with a good looking man.”
“Good looking man, hey?” He says, grinning.
I slap him on the thigh; fuck, that was a strong leg. “You know you are good looking Mr. Playboy Chef. All the women walking past definitely think so.”
Chuckling he adds, “I’m not worried about them, what do you think?”
My heart is thumping in my chest as I answer, “You’re not too bad.”
“Not so bad, hey?” He moves in closer, his arm hanging loosely behind my shoulders. “What do I have to do to get you to change your mind?” He entices me while his hand rests back on my thigh.
Fuck, I want to cross my legs because I can feel the ache starting between them.
“I think you might have your ways.” I respond as my eyes fall to his luscious mouth where his bottom lip is larger than the top, All I want to do is sink my teeth into it.
“Me vuelves loco.” The way his voice rumbles over the words makes me tummy flip.
“What does that mean?” I ask, as Sebastien’s lips meet my neck.
“You drive me crazy,” He mumbles against my skin.
I try to hide the shiver over my body but I can’t which makes him laugh.
“Te quiero besar,” he whispers. “I want to kiss you.” He translates.
My whole body is on fire when he speaks Spanish to me.
Sebastien leans in and there is a moment; a moment that I could pull back from the kiss that I know is about to happen but I don’t, instead his lips touch mine, gentle at first, tenta
tive as if warming me up to the idea. We have known each other for years but now our relationship is changing, we have stepped over a line into something else with this kiss. A strong hand cups my face pressing his lips closer to mine. I open up to him; he tastes like rum as we hungrily explore each other.
“Sienna.” Evan’s deep voice filters into my conscious. Why the hell am I thinking about him when I’m kissing Sebastien? Then I feel an elbow in my side breaking my kiss with Sebastien. Turning towards Vanessa I ask, “What was that for?”
Her eyes look across the table.
There standing before us is Evan, looking pissed with an enormous red stain running down his white t-shirt. Is he bleeding?
“Evan?” What the hell was he doing there?
“Someone spilt their drink on me and I need you to help me.”
The table was quiet. Looking at Vanessa I was hoping she could tell me what was going on. But she ignored me. Bitch!
“I have to go back to the hotel and as it’s your job as my stylist I need you to help me find something to wear.” His voice is laced with anger.
I am genuinely shocked and embarrassed by his command. Looking at Sebastien, I say, “I’m sorry, Sebastien, it seems I have work to do.” I stand, grabbing my purse to leave.
“Carino, that is okay. Will you be back?” He asks, kissing my cheek.
My eyes turn to Evan asking him?
He just shrugs.
“I’m not sure. But please stay, have fun, maybe we can catch up tomorrow?” Because I did want to see him again, maybe finish that kiss.
“Of course, let me cook for you tomorrow, I will message you,” he confirms. I smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Okay,” I say, excusing myself from the group.
