Rock Me Slowly (2 page)

“Brilliant well I’ll just radio in that I have picked you up. You head on into the departures lounge.” I bend down and pick up my purse and throw it over my shoulder. I walk over to the first class lounge. This is definitely the best way to have a flying experience. My flight is very early; it leaves at 06.30am so I have an hour to kill before departure.

I am re-joined by Trev half an hour later to inform me that they are now allowing first class boarders onto the aircraft. I pick up my purse and head towards departures. Trev walks very closely beside me but also maintaining my personal space.

Once we are on board the aircraft I find my seat and plop myself down onto the luxurious leather and make myself well and truly at home. I could totally get used to this kind of travel if it wasn’t for the fact that we will be up thousands of feet in the damn air!

Just as we are about to be cleared for take-off I’m approached by a very pretty air hostess who asks me if I wish anything to drink or eat.

How in the hell can I eat anything right now? My stomach is doing summersaults. On second thoughts, yes pass me the motherfucking Prozac that may just numb my brain long enough for this damn flight!

As the plane travels down the runway I feel like I’m going to lose my stomach through my mouth. Then the plane takes off into the air and I find myself gripping the armrests hard, this results in my poor knuckles turning a horrible shade of white with the pressure I’m exerting on them. Trev leans over from his seat from across the walkway. He can obviously sense my discomfort at the plane taking off so he starts chatting to me about random nonsense to take my mind off of it. I’m so very glad that he is here it makes me forget about the nausea that is rising up from my stomach.

Once we are in the air for a good hour I decide to pull out my ipad from my bag and start to do some research on the band and its members. I try to switch it on but of course I forgot to charge the damn thing and I have forgotten the charger. What a dumbass move that was! Since I can’t do my much needed research I decide to recline my chair back and try to get some shut eye.

Sometime later I’m being awoken by Trev who is shaking me by the shoulders to wake me up. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand and stare up into Trev’s big blue eyes in recognition as to where I am.

“Sophie. Sophie, wake up. We have arrived at LAX, you slept the entire way here. The bus is waiting for us just outside. Come on I need to get you safely onto the bus now before any of the fans catches wind of just who is on the bus.” There is a serious edge to Trev’s instructions and I quickly gather up my purse.

“Wait, what about my luggage?”

“It’s already on the bus they did it as soon as the plane landed.”

“Oh, Okay.” Ain’t things done fast in the world of showbiz.

I follow Trev to the front of the aircraft and head down the steps onto the tarmac to where the tour bus is waiting. As we walk towards the door to the bus I suddenly feel very nervous as to what awaits me.

What the hell have I let myself in for?

“Come on Sophie I’ll show you around so you can get a feel for the place.” I follow Trev into the guts of the tour bus and my eyeballs seem to be having difficulty staying in my head. I honestly thought that tour buses were messy which resembled smelly boy’s bedrooms on wheels.

“Sure Trev, I appreciate it.” He places his hand at the small of my back and shows me the cabins that the guys and I will be occupying over the next six months. They are nothing remotely comfortable looking but I’m sure they will serve their purpose.

“Here are the bunks. You will be at the very end of the bus away from the guys so at least you will get some privacy, not much but some.” Trev lets out a very deep laugh that catches me off guard momentarily. He has a lovely face, piercing blue eyes and a beautiful and genuine smile that showcases his perfect white teeth. I could really grow to love him; maybe he would turn out to be the father figure that I never did have.

“Excellent Trev. I’m sure they will do the job just fine.”

“Well if you want to follow me I’ll take you into the kitchen and you can see where everything is kept.”

I follow him down the corridor and turn right into an open plan kitchen and it is just stunning. This kitchen is more outstanding than my own kitchen at home and we are on a freaking bus. The fridge looks to be brand new. Trev opens it and allows me to see its contents. Typical lads fridge contents, beer, beer and more beer. Oh excuse me they actually have a load of chips in the fridge; I do hope they have their freezer more adequately stocked.

“Well I hope you like beer Sophie.” Ain’t that the truth.

“Right I’ll take you to the bathroom now and you can see where you can put your… erm girly things.” Bless him. He actually blushed, he has obviously been around the boys for far too long. For such a bulky guy he seems to have trouble dealing with such a little girl.

“Lead the way Trev.” I smile sardonically, I really shouldn’t tease him.

He opens up a door diagonally across from the kitchen and its actually deceivingly big. The bathroom is beautiful! The room is largely dominated by a huge circular tub that could easily fit five people. I am damn well sure I aint sharing with anyone! There is also a walk in shower in the corner of the room. The whole room is tiled in black granite and it really gives a relaxing and stylish finish to the room. I love the cabinets that are attached to the back wall; plenty room for my girly things as Trev put it.

This room may just turn into my safe haven.

“Okay. Sophie I’ll show you where your office is now.” Oh goody an office all to myself, how simple things make me giddy. I almost feel kind of professional. We back down the same corridor and at the end of the cabins there is a door, we enter and I immediately fall in love. Although its small it’s just perfect for what I need it for. I already have a laptop set up on the desk and there are posters of the boys on the walls. By all accounts they are a good looking bunch but those are going to be the first things to come down, I will replace them with my designs. Yes, I can picture feeling very at home here.

“Oh Trev this is fucking brilliant, I love it!” I can’t help but squeal with delight at the thought of working here in my own little world.

“Easily excited, huh?” Trev chuckles at me but I let him off, this time.

“Yes, this is all I have ever wanted to do since like forever.” I still can’t believe I was given this opportunity. I am pretty sure that there would have been more qualified and confident applicants for the job, what luck!

“Great, so I have only two areas left to show you now Sophie. I’ll show you the only bedroom in the whole bus. If you want to follow me.” One bedroom? I don’t even understand why there is a bedroom when there is a whole corridor of cabin beds? We follow the same corridor again and Trev opens two glass doors to our left and peers his head in first before motioning me to follow him inside. There is a massive king sized bed in the middle of the room, it smells remotely of cigarette smoke, but it’s not recent. Its neutrally decorated and has very soft lighting coming from spotlights in the ceiling.

“So Trev, why exactly is there a separate bedroom on the bus when all the guys will surely have a cabin each? I can only imagine this would cause major fights between the guys, no?” This room has really confused me, five guys and only one bedroom?

“Oh Sophie, this room is actually used for when erm…uh…oh crap, it’s for when the guys want to entertain a lady.” Trev actually looks very sheepish and embarrassed by the guy’s antics whilst on tour. He shouldn’t be, I would actually be very shocked if the guys didn’t take advantage of women throwing themselves at them.

“Don’t be embarrassed Trev, they are guys after all.” I start to walk back to the double glass doors and Trev takes that as a cue to get the hell out of there.

We walk down another corridor to the left of the bedroom and for some reason I can’t seem to shake the reasons behind the separate bedroom. Just how many women do these guys actually entertain?

“Right here we have the general entertainment room, most things happen in here.” I walk in behind Trev and I think my jaw just dropped straight to the floor. The room has a huge L shaped black sofa and on the wall directly in front of it hangs what looks like a 60 inch plasma TV. I am gobsmacked at the opulence in this room alone.

“Wow, I’m guessing this is where the guys spend most of their time whilst on the road then?” There’s also a mini bar in the corner of the room which seems to stock everything that the heart could possibly desire. On the back wall there are five different kinds of electric guitars hanging from the wall and they are truly works of art. In the left hand corner of the room there are several amps stacked upon each other. I’m guessing this is where the guys practise for their upcoming shows. I am truly in love with this room. I am interrupted from my thoughts as Trev’s radio starts to come to life.

“Yep. You sure? Well okay I’ll be right out. Can’t have the fan frenzy starting already, eh?” Trev laughs into the radio obviously amused at the conversation.

“Right Sophie I’m going to leave you to get settled in, it seems we have an over amorous fan trying to get over the security barrier already. We will see each other soon.” With that Trev leaves the room and exits the bus to attend to the security issue that is occurring outside. I head back into the kitchen to see if I can fix myself a drink, I have a feeling I’m going to need it.

I am interrupted by a loud ruckus coming from the living area, funny I didn’t see anybody in there before. I wander back in only to be faced with the most divine creature on the face of the earth, seriously. Have I died and gone to heaven?

The figure that stands in front of me is clothed in ripped blue jeans, a white tank top and doc martens. I glance up again and take in the sight of his well-defined arms; yep, he works out a lot too, holy shit. Each arm is covered in the most beautiful tattoos that I have ever seen. He doesn’t have the usual black and white tats that I have become accustomed to on a man. They are full of vibrant colour, what I would give to lick every inch of them. I finally glance up at the man’s face and if I was impressed with the body the face knocks me totally off balance. His eyes are a piercing brown and his hair is a raven coloured black and has a decent length to it. It’s all mussed up in messy spikes. Holy crap, those photos I saw on Google are nothing compared to the Adonis that is standing in front of me. Those photographers must of got him on a bad day, because he is just one huge chunk of man meat. Wow, I could totally imagine grabbing his hair during wild sex. If only I knew his name. I have the feeling I am about to make a total and utter fool out of myself.

“And you are? Ah….. I see our new fashion stylist/designer Sophie.” He picks up my ID card that was hanging from around my neck to examine my details. His touch on my chest felt like I had been burned. His fingers left such a fire within my chest, something I have never experienced before. I quickly put it down to nerves. Great, he now knows my name and I know absolutely nothing about this rock god that is standing in front of me. He is still holding my card but he is staring into my eyes, I don’t know what is going through his head but I realise I would really like to know. As quickly as he started staring at me as if I was his next meal he pulls his eyes away from me and places my card back upon my chest. The moment is gone.

“You probably already know who I am but incase you don’t, which I find highly unlikely, I’m Josh Cairns, lead guitarist. You should join us for a few drinks when you get settled in. We will be on the road for a while before our next stop, why not make it a comfortable ride?” His eyes linger and look up and down my body which now has me blushing a lovely shade of crimson. He is full of lascivious intent. I am no prude or virgin but that look just screams sex. It’s almost like he wants to rip every shred of clothing off of me and throw me on the counter and pound into me until I scream his name as he fills me with his juices.

Holy shit I am totally done for. I will never be able to resist this sex/ rock god that I will be living in the shadows with. He wanders back into the living quarters and switches on the huge TV. He sits on the sofa, spreads his legs wide on the coffee table and clasps his hands back behind his head. Fuck, I want him naked. I would really love that lean, firm body hovering over me. Get a grip Sophie you are here to work not have sexual fantasies that are well above your station, the guys have their slutty groupies for that particular need.

It just so happens that I have ended up living in the same tour bus as the members of the band. My sleeping cabin is at the very top of the bus so I start the very boring task of unpacking the necessary items that I will need immediately on the first leg of the trip. I take my toiletry bag and go into the shared bathroom and start laying out my scents and body wash on the shelf near the bath.

I wander back out and I’m faced with what I can only assume is the rest of the band. If I thought there could only be one hottie amongst this group I would be wrong. They all have a sexy edge to them and I can understand why so many girls throw themselves at them. Hell, I would be tempted to eat any one of them up. However, there is just something about Josh, he has every nerve ending in my body on red alert. I have a dull ache down near my pleasure centre just breathing the same air as that damn man. How can he elicit that kind of effect on me when I have only just met him? I shake away my inappropriate thoughts and bring myself back to the here and now.

“Well what do we have here?” A guy with a buzz cut and very handsome facial features teamed with the brightest and straightest white teeth greets me. He also wears a tank top and is covered with tattoos. From the position of his top I can also see that his chest is tattooed.

“H…Hi there, I’m Sophie your new Fashion designer/ stylist. It’s great to meet you all.” I try to sound as confident as I can but I have to admit I’m feeling very out of my comfort zone with these guys. They have fame and with fame comes power.

Anyway, less of the depressing thoughts. I’m here to learn but I also have every intention of having fun, and lots of it! I might just pick up a guy along the way.