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BOOK: Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series)
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He mutters a curse. “Right, I am on it.”

“Thank you Travis, I appreciate it.”

“Call me Trav.”

“Only friends use nicknames.”

“And we aren’t friends?”

“We were, we don’t know each other anymore so Travis it is.”

“Then let me change that; let me take you out.”

“Travis…”

“I will pick you up at seven.”

“Travis…”

“Yes?”

“Are you always so pushy? I don’t remember you being so pushy.”

“Most days.”

“As nice as that is, you know I can’t go out with you.”

“Look Chief doesn’t have to know; I will take you far away from his territory.”

“That is a big risk, and you know it.”

“I am willing to take that risk.”

“Why would you want to risk that for me?”

“You are insulting me again.”

“Just answer the question.”

“Why not, Mischief?”

Well I have nothing to say to that one.

“Someone watches far too many movies.”

He laughs. “We are going out because I want to, there doesn’t need to be any more to it. I will pick you up at seven.”

“You don’t have my mother’s new address.”

“Don’t I?”

“That’s creepy.”

I can nearly see him grinning on the other side of the phone.

“Seven, beautiful girl.”

“Fine Phoenix, I will go out with you IF you get that picture out. Fair is fair.”

“Done. Can I have your number?”

I give it to him, what is the point in arguing?

“Alright, see you tonight.”

“Bye Trav.”

He chuckles. “Atta girl.”

When he hangs up, I am smiling from ear to ear. He makes my heart thump; my brain go foggy. He is unbelievable and so completely different to the boy I once knew. Of course, it could all be just a ploy to get me in bed but…for now Travis Phoenix is charming and utterly gorgeous. I pick up my phone to text Reagan; we haven’t spoken for nearly four days because I have been so busy with work.

Reag’s can we talk? I have news! X

Of course, I was wondering when you would text. I missed you Vi.

Me too, Lunch?

Date. What time?

Twelve?

Usual spot?

I will be there. Luv u x

You too Vi xo

I smile and go to put the phone down, only to receive another text. I glance down at the unknown number but soon figure out who it is.

Wear something sexy tonight.

I smile and reply.

For whose pleasure Mr Phoenix?

Mine, of course.

In that case…rags it is.

Stubborn Chit.

Don’t you know the word Chit went out in like…the seventeenth century?

I am laughing. Wear red.

I don’t own red.

Black?

Black I can do.

Atta girl

You say that a lot.

Do I?

Yes.

Sorry Mischief. See you at seven?

I am sus about you Phoenix, but I will be there.

Have a little faith…it goes along way.

Ok rockstar, later.

I meet Reagan at our favourite eating place, and when she hears my news, she beams.

“I am so proud of you!”

I swallow. “I am nervous as
hell;
I can just see this ending in disaster.”

“Well, it’s a freaking hot disaster.”

“It’s not just that; if Chief finds out…”

“Your dad loves you Vi, I don’t think he would mind if it was serious.”

“I hope you are right Reagan, but I think you might be wrong.”

We order lunch and chat, by the time I get back to work my afternoon flies by and I am finished before I know it. I head home and begin dressing for the night. After throwing about ten dresses to the floor and stomping on them, I finally pick one; a short number, with shimmery material and a swooping neckline. I dress and style my hair loosely on my head, then put on a light layer of makeup. My mother is out on a date tonight, so I leave her a note telling her where I am; then I text Chief.

Going out tonight daddy.

Where you going Mischief?

Dad...

Who are you going with, don’t fuck with me baby girl?

A friend daddy.

My phone rings then and I sigh, answering it with a pout.

“Mischief, you tell me who you are going out with.”

“Daddy, no, you will only flip, and I don’t want you to.”

He sighs. “Fucking death of me girl; is he decent?”

“Oh yes daddy.”

“I don’t know…”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Really? That’s why you got the shit beaten out of you.”

“Low blow.”

He grunts. “Baby girl, you are my life.”

“Yes and I am also a young girl. You can’t stop me seeing people daddy…”

“Alright fine, but if he hurts you I will fucking…”

“Gut him. Got it. Love you daddy.”

“Yeah I know Mischief, love you too baby.”

Travis arrives at exactly seven, on a motorbike. He looks gorgeous tonight, decked out in all black as always. His hair has been trimmed and is still shabby but doesn’t fall over his eyes. God he is stunning. When he steps in front of me, his gaze rakes me from head to toe.

“Well fuck, you look gorgeous.”

I flush. “Thanks.”

“Ready to go?”

“On the bike…in this dress?”

“Sure, why not?”

“It’s too short.”

He grins. “No one will see, it will be pressing against my back.”

I feel my cheeks swell quickly.

“You look so fucking gorgeous when you blush.” He growls.

“Is that what you say to all the girls while trying to lure them onto your bike?”

He chuckles and pulls a helmet over my head. “You are the only girl I have ever taken on my bike. I usually take the limo.”

“Gee, I can’t guess why.”

He laughs and up close I can see two small dimples in his cheeks. He has shaven and so his usual dark stubble is no longer there, giving me a clear picture of his face. He has a chiselled jaw, so manly and rugged. His lips are full and soft; he is the perfect specimen of man.

“Now now, you read me all wrong.”

“So you don’t have crazy hot sex in your limo?”

He leans close. “I can have crazy hot sex anywhere,”

I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off.

“Even on my bike.”

I close my mouth.

“Good to know.” I finally say, brushing his comment off.

He gets on the bike and jerks his head, ushering me to get on. With a sigh and a silent prayer, I do. I
grip my dress
, yanking it down but it insists on riding far up my thighs. Travis grips my hands, forcing me to let go, then turns his head and stares down.

“Sexy legs.”

I give him a glare, and tug my hands, but he has them wrapped firmly around his waist. He pulls and forces my body closer to his, so my pussy is pressed against his back. Jesus.

“Right now, beautiful,” He says gunning the engine. “I wish I had no shirt on.”

I smile as the bike zooms forward. His comment has me flustered in ways I have never been before because I know exactly what he means by that and it arouses me. We zoom quickly through the streets, and then pull up at a large
bar slash
restaurant. Travis parks the bike and I get off, straightening my dress. He slides off the bike and takes my hand, leading me inside. Surprisingly, nobody jumps all over him. Yet.

“Table for Phoenix.” He says to the waiter.

“Travis Phoenix?” A woman shrieks, well that lasted long.

He glares at her, and she backs down right away.

“Keep all fans away from me, and I will give you one heck of a tip.”

The waiter smiles and nods, then turns and gives the staring women a warning. They pipe down right away. He leads us through the restaurant, which is decked out with yellow lights, red carpet and beautiful wooden booths. The booth we sit in is right down the back and very private.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“Your best wine, the whole bottle.”

“Very well sir.”

The waiter walks away, and Travis smiles over at me.

“What if I don’t drink wine?”

His face falls, and I laugh.

“Sorry I just had to!”

He puts his hand over his heart. “You are a cruel woman.”

“I try.”

“So tell me, woman with a cold heart, what do you do at the firm?”

“A secretary.”

“Ah.”

“What about you? I have pictured your office, but I just can’t get skulls, black curtains and colorful lights out of my head.”

“I am CEO; I sit in a very big office, no pretty lights or skulls, but I do have a wicked couch.”

I laugh. “Interesting; go on.”

“I wear a suit, just like any CEO and sort out shit on a day to day basis. I play on the weekends at night, and during the day I hang out with the club.”

“Wow, I just can’t see it. You are two different people, don’t those two worlds collide?”

“Sometimes, but I usually make it work.”

“I notice you don’t do as many shows as you used to, is that because of your work?”

“Yes and no, I enjoy playing, but I like the break from the craziness too.”

“So, how did you become CEO of your own company?”

“It’s not hard when you are a rockstar; everyone wants a piece of you. I love music; I love recording, so I figured why not use some of my money and give another person that chance.”

“That’s kind of…sweet.”

He grins. “I am not all bad.”

I smile. “So, aside from music and work, what do you do?”

He shrugs. “Hang out with the club, date, swim, ride…whatever takes my fancy.”

“Ok, fair enough.”

“What about you, what do you do aside from working?”

How to answer that?

“Not a lot really; I go to Chief’s on the weekends but otherwise… a party here and there if Reagan begs enough.”

“Not a lot? So you sit at home on weekends and do…nothing?”

I blush.

“Oh my fucking god, you are shitting me right?”

“No, I am not. I had…look it’s just a thing.”

“You don’t have fun, go crazy?”

“Does it matter if I do or don’t?” I huff, crossing my arms.

“Oh it matters, you and me…we are going to have some fun.”

“Whoa, back that up a bit. I never said I was going to do anything with you.”

He grins and leans back in his chair, fiddling with a napkin. “I am giving you no choice.”

The waiter brings us our wine, and we put in our orders. I sip the sparkling white wine, and feel myself relaxing. Chatting with Travis is easy; our conversation just flows with no awkward pauses. It has always been so natural with him, and it makes my heart ache. He is the missing piece in my heart; he always has been. I don’t know how I could ever let him go again.

“So have you been dating?” I ask, shoving away my plate after finishing my meal.

“Yes, and I will have you know I have been in relationships that were long.”

“Longer than a day?”

He laughs. “Longer than a day.”

I laugh too, and he gazes at me for a long moment. “What about you Mischief, have you been in love in the last four years?”

I stiffen and he notices. “You have?”

“It’s a long, boring story.”

“Ah ah, I am intrigued, do tell or I might have to kiss you again.”

I grin at him and then lean back with my third glass of wine.

“His name was Dan, we got together a year after you left. I cared about him, and he helped me…cope with things. It was good for so long, and then he just stopped looking at me. You don’t realize how much you take someone looking at you for granted until they aren’t anymore. I found out he had a mistress, and when I confronted him he told me he was with her and had been for a year. It crushed me,
mostly because of his betrayal but partly because…well…I didn’t even know and he was with her for one whole year out of our two year relationship. I felt stupid.”

Travis stares at me for a long moment.

“He is stupid.”

I laugh. “Yes, I could have told you that.”

“To cheat on a girl as beautiful as you, he is stupid.”

BOOK: Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series)
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